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The sun lies warm over the Aare Valley,

We drive through time, free and without choice.

Country music from the speakers, the engine roars loud,

We have gasoline in our blood.

Between Bern and the Oberland, the sky full of sunshine

Every kilometer shows us how beautiful life is.

Sitting in the Militärgarten pub, drinking a beer,

With old V8 engines and a smile on our faces.

And when the wind blows through open windows,

You immediately feel that freedom never fades.

Oldsmobile Cutlass and rock 'n' roll,

We have gasoline in our blood and our hearts full of longing.

Chrome shines brightly in the sunlight,

This is the right way to live—we wouldn't have it any other way.

Oldsmobile Cutlass and rock 'n' roll,

Country music makes our souls happy.

We'll keep driving through Bern's streets as long as we can.

The Alps gleam silver in the moonlight,

And somewhere a guitar sings all alone.

No stress for tomorrow, no more worries,

Just the sound of the V8 and the empty streets.

We talk about old times and the next trip,

The smell of gasoline and a Kent cigar on our lips.

Each of us carries our own story,

But we all know: Feelings are never forgotten.

Hey — turn the music up a little louder,

Life never gets any quieter anyway.

Between country air, engine sound, and beer,

Freedom still belongs to us.

Oldsmobile Cutlass and rock 'n' roll,

With gasoline in our veins and the tank still full.

The night is ours, the streets are laughing,

Until the sun rises again over Bern.

Oldsmobile Cutlass and rock 'n' roll…

That's exactly the life that makes us happy.