Motor Lučina

[verse] In the heart of Moravia, where steel does gleam, Welders work in a fiery dream. At Motor Lučina, they forge with might, Building the world, from morning to night. [saxophone melody] [chorus] With sparks that fly, and metal’s call, They weld the future, standing tall. In the heat and glow, their spirits rise, Crafting steel with focused eyes. [verse] From Frýdek-Místek to far-off lands, Their craftsmanship in every strand. Liebherr trusts them, for twenty years, In every weld, their pride appears. [saxophone & cello fight] [Chorus] With sparks that fly, and metal’s call, They weld the future, standing tall. In the heat and glow, their spirits rise, Crafting steel with focused eyes. [bridge] In the rhythm of the weld, their hearts align, Creating structures, strong and fine. Motor Lučina’s might, in every beam, Welding dreams, a living dream. [outro] Here’s to the welders, in the factory’s light, Shaping the future, with all their might. Their legacy, in steel so true, Motor Lučina, we honor you. [saxophone & cello fight] [Chorus] With sparks that fly, and metal’s call, They weld the future, standing tall. In the heat and glow, their spirits rise, Crafting steel with focused eyes. [bridge] In the rhythm of the weld, their hearts align, Creating structures, strong and fine. Motor Lučina’s might, in every beam, Welding dreams, a living dream. [outro] Here’s to the welders, in the factory’s light, Shaping the future, with all their might. Their legacy, in steel so true, Motor Lučina, we honor you.