Montis Boys "On Stage"

And so here we are, we, the Montis Boys and make us the memory of distant presence on the target: for you, for your dreams about the heroic moment which is worth everything, according to which we all inspire, because he will continue to shape us and our lives. A vision: steel machines pounding their songs. Sweat expels out of pores – gleaming body on the burning furnace of life. The future is forged.
You’re dreaming. Demanding hissing lashes from the boiling steel. Steam billows from the whirring thick air. Your muscles are tense. It goes on, always forward. The wheel should never stand still. The future does not wait. Dense steam fills the air. The big machine is under pressure. The boiler opens hissing. Full of expectations you go into it. Then it is done. Proudly you reach for your new outfit. Now, also YOU are a Montis Boy.
The sirens howl long today: Shift. Vivid among all the others you are bubbled beyond the factory gate of life, onto you luminous future.
Life, wait for me!

In the end it is compressed moments, a blink, feelings of eternity, which are no longer than a fraction of a second that stay long and intensively remembered. Memory? A strange word, but it says everything and nothing , nothing touchable but always something concrete. Memories, which are conserved elements, which accumulate in taking a look, maybe a certain tone in the mechanical rhythms of a music or even a smell like steam enriched with our emotions and unite into something special, something lasting, deeply rooted in our hearts likes a steel Albatross.

And so here we are, we, the Montis Boys and make us the memory of distant presence on the target: for you, for your dreams about the heroic moment which is worth everything, according to which we all inspire, because he will continue to shape us and our lives.