Verse 1

Artem Torosian, Mercedes rolling slow,

Folk in the speakers, indie in the soul.

Electronic pulse with a world-wide sway,

One hundred sixty-three—he sets the pace today.

Pre-Chorus

Gleb Alkash, beard like a banner in the wind,

Football heart, never folding, built to win.

Karen and Dirik know the work by touch,

Massage hands, steady strength, they give so much.

Chorus

Stand tall, keep moving, make your own way,

Every hard mile turns to power one day.

Shoulder to shoulder, no one stands alone,

We build our future with the grit we’ve grown.

Verse 2

Artem takes the wheel, keeps his focus clear,