l’Euro Festival Harley Davidson 2025

L’emblématique Harley-Davidson® Euro Festival revient à Port Grimaud, dans le Golfe de Saint-Tropez, le 8  mai 2025. Sa dernière édition remonte à 2018. L’Euro Festival rassemble des milliers de pilotes, de passionnés de Harley-Davidson et de férus de musique sur la magnifique Côte d’Azur pour trois jours de divertissement, de culture moto et de shopping au rythme de stars mondiales de la musique et devant les derniers modèles Harley-Davidson ainsi qu’une exposition inégalée de motos custom.
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[Music] Woke up with mud on my boots and a bruise on my chin. Ain’t sure where I’ve been, but I’ll go there again. Granny’s cooking bacon while I tune my ride. Grease on my hands and hell in my stride. Gasoline grits, that’s how I live. Got nothing to prove and nothing to give. Tire screaming, heart on fire. I’m redneck raised on red line wine. Tank full of dreams and a glove box of sins. Running from preachers chasing the winds here in the cooler. Spit on the law. I break every rule. Just hear the [Music] dr ashes and ride through the night. Gasoline and grits, that’s how I live. I’ve got nothing to prove and nothing to give. Tire screaming, heart on fire. I’m redneck raised on red line wire. When I die, just burn me with my bike. Pour some gravy on the ashes and ride through the night. [Music] W. I was born with a black top. Raised on noise, not making a mess. Ain’t no pastor ever tame this soul. I got gravel in my blood and smoke in control. Gravel in my blood, fire in my chest. I don’t need no map, just heading west. One hand on the throttle, one eye on the storm. Living like a fus waiting to [Music] perform on my wallet. Scars on my face. Each one earned in a different place. Ain’t looking for heaven, just peace in the spin. Where the tires scream loud and the wrong. You call it chaos, I call it breathing. The silence kills, but the rosing. Travel in my blood. Fire in my chest. I don’t need no map. Just heading west. One hand on the throttle, one on the storm. Living like a fusion waiting to [Music] perform. When they lay me down in a steel wheel, let the tire spin once and let that engine. [Music] When they lay me down in a steel wheel to let the tire spin once and let that engine boom. [Music] [Applause] [Music] [Applause] Heat. Heat. [Music] Fire in my chest. I don’t need no map. Just heading west. One hand on the throttle, one on the stor like waiting to perform. down in a steam wheel. Let the tire spin once and let that engine boom. [Music] Got the hog tuned up smelling like fire. Hollow boys howling down the bar wire. Cooler in the side car facing the bed. We ain’t slowing down till the tires shed. Holler and hell yeah. Gasoline hearts and nothing to spare. If it’s broke, we ride it harder. We raise our hell like southern [Music] marters get her blaring from a busted cab tattoo chest and a blade I grabbed. We don’t fight clean but we fight right. Bar stool bruises and moonshine nights. Smoke rolling like a line. Born to lose too mean to [Music] bed. Holler hogs and hell yeah. Gasoline hearts and nothing to spare. If it’s broke, we ride it harder. We raise our hell like southern marters. So light it up, stomp that gear. We ride for the roar, not the rear view [Music] mirror. [Music] Smoke on the tank, scars on my hand. Fuel line prayers out in law band. [Applause] No angels here, just busted chrome. Singing loud from the new go on. This is my backfire. Let it shake. Here’s my gospel and the bricks all break. I don’t ride for glory. Don’t need to win. was born to preach this backfire. Hey, tatters and chains, highway scars, midnight mirrors under crooked stars. Gastain leather grin full of sin. Hallelujah from the real spin. When the thunder ain’t enough, we make our own. Engines roar like a sermon throne. This is my backfire here. Let it shake. Gears grind goel and the brakes all break. I don’t ride for glory. Don’t need no wind. I was born to preach this backfire. When the thunder ain’t enough, we make our own ro like. This is my backfire. Let it shake. Gears burn gospel and the brakes all break. I don’t need the wind. I was born to preach this backfire. If I crash, don’t cry. Just raise your chin. Ride on loud with my [Applause] backfire. Down in the fire where the cypers grow. The music’s rising as the river flows. Creole cooking and a fiddle tune. Dancing shadows beneath the southern moon. It’s a bou blues revival. Come and gather around. Feel the rhythm. Hear that joyful sound from the dela to the plains. Let the good times roll in this bou blues revival. Free your soul. Following through the misty air, feet are stomping, hands are everywhere. Stories woven in the notes they play, echoing the past in a modern way. Generations united in song, healing hearts where they belong. Trouble faced and victory won in the battle. We are one. It’s a lose. Revival. Come and gather around. Feel the rhythm. Hear that joyful sound. From the desert to the plains. Let the good times roll in this by you. Blues revival. Free your soul. Generations united in song. Healing hearts where they belong. Troubles faced and victories won in the by we are one by you blues revival. Come gather around the river. Hear that joyful sound from the desert to the plains. Let the good times roll in the sky. You blew survival. Free your [Music] soul. As the embers fade and night grows still. Memories linger warm until we meet and dance once more. by your spirit for everybody to [Music] adore. Raised on fist fights and fried bologona. Hog in the yard. Shotgun by the pony. Cussing before I could spell my name. This world didn’t break me. Can’t just the [Music] [Applause] [Music] flame. [Music] [Applause] Heat. Heat. [Music] Just off the map. Wired for chaos. Born for the scrap. Born mean, build loud. Crown his I still stand proud. Tired burning. That’s all I’m about. I ain’t living quiet. I’m bor mean loud. No diploma, just busted nuts. Dirt road dreams and diesel trucks. If I said it, I meant it. I don’t play dumb. I ride with wolves. No collar, no crumbs. Ain’t no halo on my handlebars. Just duct tape, oil, and battle [Music] scars. Born mean, build loud, crowded. Yes, I still stand proud. Tires burning so undoubted. [Music] Put my name in smoking sound. Let the thunder say I stuck around. [Music] Born mean loud crowded. I still stand proud. Tired burning. Soul un ain’t living quiet. I’m warning built loud. Put my name in smoking sound. Let the thunder say I stuck around. [Music] Got a full tank and a half [Music] broken miles. My past in the mirror too far to chase. All I need is chrome and open space. Chromeing thunder beneath my feet. Echoes of dreams in the desert heat. When the roads low and the sky turns gold, that’s the only church my soul can [Music] hold. People talk in towns like they know what’s best, but they never rode with the wind in their chest. No schedule, no collar, no one in control. Just freedom for a deep twin soul. I don’t chase the finish line. I live between the lines. No destination to sacrif My feet echoes of trees in the desert. The road comes low and the sky turns gold. That’s the only church my soul can hold. Oh, so call my name on a curve in the land where thunder and I took a stand. [Music] So call my name on a curve in the land where thunder and I took Understand thunder baby and dreams is in the desert. When the road comes low and the sky turns cold. That’s the only church my soul can hold. So call my name on a curve in the wind. We’re cru and I took a stand. [Music] Midnight moon hanging low in the sky. Standing at the crossroads, wondering why. Echoes the footsteps from the path behind. Choices I made on my mind. At the crossroads at midnight, which way to go? Heart full of questions. Answers running slow. [Music] left or right, the devil’s in disguise, seeking redemption beneath the southern skies. Whiskey whispers, temptations in the dark. Shadows dancing, leaving their mark. Voices calling from the road unknown. Fear and courage me to the bone. Loud wire. How are you rolling storm inside my [Music] soul is striking burning out of It’s all crying pouring out the pain. Secret in the world at the cross at midnight. Which way to [Music] go? Heart full of questions. Answers running slow. Left or right, the devil’s in the sky. See redemption beneath the southern [Music] skies breaking. Darkness fades away. [Music] It’s just more sudden as I breathe the day behind me and [Music] said dreams to pursue. [Music] [Applause] The sun dips low past The Ridgeland haze. Dust kicks up from my worn out ways. Miles behind me, nowhere feels near. I chase a reason that won’t appear. Every turn shows a different face, but this road speaks in a wordless pace. Endless road. Take me far from here. Where the wind sings loud and soul can hear. I’m lost in the noise of my own regret. Looking for I haven’t found yet. [Music] Rusty signs tell tales of towns long day. Of busted dreams and words unsaid. Each empty diner like a mirror clear reflecting the man I’ve grown to fear. Every mile is a brand new test. When I slowing down out west endless road take me far from here where the wind sings loud and the soul can hear. I’m lost in the noise of my own regret. Looking for a home I haven’t found yet. [Music] Stars above drone maps I follow. Even when the night feels hollow, truth I try to catch. Echo of lies that never match. Endless road. Take me far from here. Where the wind sings loud and the soul can. I’m lost in the noise of my own regret. Looking for a home I haven’t found yet. So the match on and where each step takes me closer to where I begin. Endless road I hear your call. I walk till I find it all. [Music] Got my cross hanging off the rear view glass. My tank says E, but I still haul ass. Final on the dash, devil in the gear. Ain’t no preacher I’ve learned to fear. Fuel, faith, and middle fingers. High octane saints and rebel singers. We don’t slow down when the sirens how we twist that grip and make them [Music] grow. Lost three jobs, gain 10 good scars. Sleep [Music] shy’s crazy, but my bike ain’t fake. He roars like thunder and don’t ever break. One man praying, one man [Music] over the middle [Music] fingers down that grip and make them grow. So toast your outlaw side. We live wide open and we damn sure ride. [Music] Youth faith and middle fingers, high octane saints and rebel singers. We don’t slow down when the sirens how. We twist that grip and make them growl. So toast your beer to the outlaw side. We live wide open and we dance short. Oh yeah. Come on now. That’s right. Rolling down the black top, chasing a fading sun. Every mile behind me is a battle I’ve won. The thunder of the engine is the beat of my soul on this endless highway. I’m out of control. And I hear the night whisper my name. Calling me back to the fire again. Born to run the road’s my only friend. Ain’t no stopping me till the journey ends. Through the hills, through the rain, chasing the unknown. This southern heart was born to roam. The radio’s crackling, playing some old time tune. The wind through my window sings a wild monsoon. The stars light the way as the stories unfold. Every curve on this path is a treasure of gold. And the heat of the road burns in my veins. I’ve got no map, just freedom to gain. Born to roam, the road’s my only friend. Ain’t no stopping me till the journey ends. Through the hills, through the rain, chasing the unknown. This southern heart was born to roam. Yeah, let’s sing. Oh, come on [Music] now. I’ve walked the line. I’ve paid my dues. Every step I take, I’ve got nothing to lose. So I’ll keep rolling till my spirit’s free. The road is calling. That’s where I’ll always be. Born to roll. The road’s my only friend. Ain’t no stopping me till the journey ends. Through the hills, through the rain, chasing the unknown. This southern heart was born to roam. Keep on [Music] rising on the [Music] road. Yeah. [Music] window. Every mile behind me is a battle I’ won. The thunder of the engines a beat of my soul. On this endless highway, I’m out of control. And I hear the night whisper my name, calling me back to the fire again. Born to roll the roads, my only friend. Ain’t no stopping me till the journey ends. Through the hills, through the rain, chasing the unknown. This southern heart was born to [Music] Rome. The radio’s crackling, playing some old time tune. The wind through my window sings a wild monsoon. The stars light the way as the stories unfold. Every curve on this path is a treasure of gold. And the heat of the road burns in my veins. I’ve got no map, just freedom to gain. Born to roll the roads, my only friends. Ain’t no stopping me till the journey ends. Through the hills, through the rain, chasing the unknown. This southern heart was born to [Music] Rome. Yeah, let it sing. Oh, come on now. I’ve walked the line. I’ve paid my dues. Every step I take, I’ve got nothing to lose. So I’ll keep rolling till my spirit’s free. The road is calling. It’s where I’ll always [Music] be. Born to roll through those my friends. Ain’t no stopping me till the journey ends. Through the hills, through the rain, chasing the unknown. This southern heart was born to Rome. Keep on riding. Born to Rome. Born to Rome. [Music] Yeah. [Music] Feel that fire. Let’s go. Quinking low. The air stick with freedom where the wild winds blow. [Music] A six string song on my back full of pride. Every town I pass through I leave my mark behind. The road preacher. I’m the choir. It keeps me burning like a wild fire. I’m the highway spirit running through the night. You will lead my veins, chasing fading light. Every curve, every mile tells a story untold. I’m the highway spirit, wild and bold. Neon lights in the rear view. Shadows fade to black. Every mile I cover, there’s no turning [Music] back. The whispers of the pavement, they echo my name. This sudden soul knows the roads my game. The thunder rolls, my heart keeps pace. The highway’s freedom, my saving grace. I’m the highway spirit running through the night. Fuel in my veins, chasing fading life. Every curve, every mile tells a story untold. I’m the highway spirit, wild and bold. Yeah. Sing it now. Let it ride. You can’t taste the wind. You can’t tame the fire. The open roads my only desire. I’m the highway spirit running through the night. You hold me in my veins chasing faded light. Every curve, every mile tells a story untold. I’m the highway spirit, wild and bold. Yeah, keep it rolling. I’m the highway spirit. I’m the highway spirit forever bold. Feel that fire. Let’s go. Gravel under my boots. Sun sink low. The air thick with freedom where the wild winds blow. A thick string swung on my back. Heart full of pride. Every town I pass through, I leave my mark behind. The road’s a preacher and I’m the choir. It keeps me burning like a wild fire. I’m the highway spirit running through the night. Fuel in my veins chasing fading light. Every curve, every mile tells a story untold. I’m the highway spirit, wild and [Music] bold. Neon lights in the rear view, shadows fade to black. Every mile I cover, there’s no turning back. The whispers of the pavement, they echo my name. This southern soul knows the road my game. The thunder rolls, my heart keeps pace. The highway’s freedom, my saving grace. I’m the highway spirit running through the night. Fuel in my face, chasing fading light. Every curve, every mile tells a story untold. I’m the highway spirit, wild and [Music] bold. Sing it [Music] now. You can’t cage the wind. You can’t tame the fire. The open road’s my only desire. I’m the highway spirit running through the night, fueling my veins, chasing fading light. Every curve, every mile tells a story untold on the highway. Spirit, wild and bold. Yeah. Keep it rolling. I’m the highway spirit. I’m the highway spirit forever [Music] more. Oh yeah. We’re riding hard tonight. Let’s go. [Music] [Applause] [Music] steel horse on a winding [Music] track. Dust clouds rise. There’s no looking back. [Applause] Freedom’s in the air. Can you taste the smoke? This level’s road ain’t meant to be broke. And the skies might thunder. The rain might pour, but my soul keeps burning. Begging for more. Down the river road where the wild winds blow. Where the night run high and the truth will show. We’re chasing fire hearts untamed. This road will never be changed. [Music] Light dances on the rivers [Music] tide. Scars I carry keep my spirit alive. Born to wonder, bred to fight. This southern heart beats loud tonight. Let the engines roar. Hear the highway scream. The swles road was made for a tree. Down the reels road where the wild is blow where the night run high and the truth will show. We’re chasing fire hearts untamed. This road will never be changed. [Music] back and forth. Let it ride. Let it roll. The road bends, but it never ends. It’s me and the night. We don’t pretend.