Cycling in Romania. Part 1: At the foot of the Ceahlau Mountain

Plimbaare de toamna cu bicicleta de la Bacau la Izvorul Muntelui si retur. 200km

Heat. Heat. Heat. Heat. Yeah. Heat. Heat. Heat. Heat. Heat. Heat. Heat. Heat. Heat. Heat. Heat. Heat. Heat. Heat. Heat. Heat. Heat. Heat. Waitness, no gravity. Where we somewhere in between? I’m a ghost to you. You’re a ghost to me. Birds of you, San Louise. Moo. A highway boys are sleeping in with the dirty mouths and broken strings. Other eyes are shining like the sea for you. The queen, I’m a ghost to you. You’re a ghost to me. Birds of you. Oh, heat. in hands while I’m losing sleep. We make pain that will never keep learn to cry when you didn’t care. Forever is a sensing bed. Oh oh oh oh. Give me a season that you stole. Maybe a reason that’s so cold. Oh, cuz I’m freezing on my own. Oh no. Twist dripping all the way. Church bells ringing for yesterday. Oh, leave my case with lying on losing faith and I’m losing sun. Oh. Give me a season that you s maybe a reason that’s so cold cuz I’m freezing on my own. Oh no. Heat. Heat. Heat up here. Heat. Heat.