Lyrics

In the streets of Perpignan, you hear the roar,
Engines singing hymns, vows forever sworn.
Clad in leather, with stars upon their chest,
Brothers of the road, defenders of the oppressed.

On their Harleys, their shadows race,
United by duty, courage etched on their face.
But beyond the badges, the boots they wear,
They carry dreams for the ones in despair.


Brotherhood, freedom, beneath the Pyrenean sky,
They ride for the broken, for the tears that cry.
For children in need, gravely tested by fate,
They bring hope through acts that resonate.


Their mission reaches past the uniform’s frame,
Serving the law, yet rewriting the game.
Stealing smiles from the darkness of night,
Every mile they ride is a beacon of light.

When the world turns away, they ride on strong,
Defying storms, proving doubters wrong.
For every sick child, for every small dream,
They build bridges where none are seen.


Brotherhood, freedom, beneath the Pyrenean sky,
They ride for the broken, for the tears that cry.
For children in need, gravely tested by fate,
They bring hope through acts that resonate.


Tattoos on their skin, promises in their gaze,
Men and women burning with flames that blaze.
A club, a family, bound by love and care,
The engine of their lives is the will to share.


Brotherhood, freedom, beneath the Pyrenean sky,
They ride for the broken, for the tears that cry.
For children in need, gravely tested by fate,
They bring hope through acts that resonate.

So if one evening, their lights cross your view,
Know beneath those helmets beat hearts so true.
Brothers of the road, keepers of hope’s spark,
Their fight for love will leave its mark.