Aaaaaah, Vlad!

Dream big, start strong, let your own wheels roll.
Car, motorcycle, or whatever you choose,
May joy ride beside you in all that you do.

Remember those scissors, the curtains, that day?
Mom nearly lost her words at your “new design.”
Now you’re learning, building your future in logistics,
A forwarder, a planner—with your path in your hands.
Wherever life takes you, whatever roads appear,
We know you’ll make it—your people are here.

We joke, we disagree, but one thing stays true:
You’re our family, Vlad, and we’re proud of you.
May health, strength, and hope stay close wherever you roam;
No matter the road, you can always come home.

Vla-a-ad, you’re eighteen—wide world, open road!
Dream big, start strong, let your own wheels roll.
And if we call, “Vlad!”—we know what you’ll say:
“Aaaaaah!” Happy birthday—this is your day!

Start up the bike; give us one hip-shake encore—
We love you, we’re proud, and we’ll cheer evermore.