[Intro] Gentle strum of the guitar, snow capped peaks Warm fire in the lodge, tales of the weekend freaks [Verse 1] Up on the Alpes, where the wind whispers through the pines I'm on my skis, feel the rush, as I'm losing my mind [Verse 2] Downhill I race, through the white powdered snow Heartbeats echo, in the silence, only the slopes know [Chorus] Ski down the Alpes, feel the breeze, taste the snow In the turbo folk rhythm, we sing our stories of woe [Outro] As the sun sets, over the mountains so high I'll meet you at the lodge, where the music never dies