Verse 1

The flight cases packed in the back of the van

Sixteen-ton gear, we're a hard-working clan

We roll down the highway, the dashboard glows red

Another hotel and another town dead

But tonight we got reasons to shake off the dust

The amps are all glowing, we're ready to bust

Chorus

Hey Valery, crank it up, turn it on!

The speakers are howling till two in the dawn

Artel is alive, and the guitars ring clear

Happy birthday, brother, let’s give you a cheer!

Pour out the whiskey, the bassline is low

This is the rhythm and this is the show!

Verse 2

You stepped to the mic with that gravelly tone

The kind of a voice that cuts straight to the bone

From basement rehearsals to stadium lights