Beetle & Polnochka
Beetle Beetle
Polnochka Polnochka
Polnochka Polnochka
Hey Beetle, ever think how the night sky turns a straight road into a long, silent verse?
Beetle Beetle
Yeah, the stars make the asphalt feel like a road that never ends, every mile a quiet rhyme in the dark.
Polnochka Polnochka
I love how you feel the road stretch into the hush, like a poem written under a velvet sky.
Beetle Beetle
That’s the vibe when the moon’s out—just me, my bike, and a road that keeps stretching until the horizon.
Polnochka Polnochka
It feels like the night is a quiet companion, turning each pedal into a soft step along a silver path.