I feel the pulse of life in every gear shift. The horizon calls me, my soul never stagnates. From the high point of my seat, I watch the world unfold. Every route is a story, an adventure waiting to be told. In the cabin, there are secrets of places I have set foot on. A toy on the dashboard that I won at a fair. I overcome sleep at night with coffee and a thousand songs. I calculate the routes well in the tangle of directions. Responsibly, I keep the mechanics of the truck safe, which is my shield, my armor, my almost magical strength. I'm a truck driver out of passion. I drive to the rhythm of my heart. My kingdom is the asphalt, my trailer carries me on it. No one will tear me away from there, no matter how much they want to. New flavors await me at every distant destination. Each menu an adventure, each scent a gift. The horizon calls me, there are no borders to stop me. In my truck I am free, my spirit does not stop. I'm a truck driver out of passion. I drive to the rhythm of my heart. My kingdom is the asphalt, my trailer carries me on it. No one will tear me away from there, no matter how much they want to. In my cabin, there is charm, a very cozy refuge. A souvenir keepsake from an almost perfect trip. A perfume that takes me to love I already left behind. And a stuffed animal that whispers: my love, I will never forget you. I'm a truck driver out of passion. I drive to the rhythm of my heart. My kingdom is the asphalt, my trailer carries me on it. No one will tear me away from there, no matter how much they want to. I'm a truck driver out of passion. I drive to the rhythm of my heart. My kingdom is the asphalt, my trailer carries me on it. No one will tear me away from there, no matter how much they want to.
