(This song is for all my colleagues at HH garden for the good vibes!)
Down at HH garden, where the green dreams grow,
We’ve got the gear to make your land glow!
Lawn mowers hummin’, tractors ready to roll,
Serving up machines with heart and soul.
We’re talkin’ power, precision, tools of the trade,
Helping every garden look handmade!
HH garden, swingin’ wide,
Distributing machines with pride!
From zero-turn mowers to tractors strong,
We keep your landscape singing all day long.
Disco rhythm, we’re playin’ loud,
HH garden, makin’ you proud!
Need a mower that dances, spins on a dime?
Or a small tractor that works overtime?
We’ve got the goods, we’ve got the know-how,
Turning your yard into a masterpiece now.
Our team’s in tune, our service is grand,
We keep you groovin’ across the land!
HH garden, swingin’ wide,
Distributing machines with pride!
From zero-turn mowers to tractors strong,
We keep your landscape singing all day long.
Disco rhythm, we’re playin’ loud,
HH garden, makin’ you proud!
So if you need to mow or plow with style,
Come on down, we’ll make you smile!
HH garden, your swingin’ crew,
We’ve got the tools, we’ve got the view!
ISEKI rollin’ down the road, lookin' small but feelin’ bold,
Through the fields and hills it goes, power in every load.
Might be tiny, but it’s tough,
ISEKI, it’s built enough.
You don’t need to be big to be strong,
Just keep pushin’ all day long!
ISEKI, with power in each turn,
It’s got fire, let the engines burn.
Green fields, yellow sun, just another day of fun,
Pullin’ weight like a champion, it’s got the work to get it done.
Small in size, but not in might,
When it’s ISEKI, it feels right.
You don’t need to be big to be strong,
Just keep pushin’ all day long!
ISEKI, with power in each turn,
It’s got fire, let the engines burn.
Tiny wheels, mighty dreams,
Nothing ever as it seems.
ISEKI – small but fierce,
Every limit it will pierce.
Rolling out with my Claas in sight,
Lime green power, workin’ right,
Tractors strong and harvesters fast,
Together they make the perfect blast.
From the break of dawn till the evening light,
Claas machines keep it tight,
Turning fields to gold, row by row,
With Claas beside me, I’m good to go.
Claas tractors and harvesters, the dream team,
Lime green machines make the fields gleam,
Through every season, rain, or shine,
Claas keeps the workin’ line.
Tractors pulling, keepin’ pace,
Through muddy roads, they own the race,
And when the harvester’s on the move,
It’s clear that Claas has got the groove.
They cut, they clear, they load with pride,
With Claas, there’s no need to hide,
Whether sowin' seeds or balin' hay,
In my lime green ride, I own the day!
Claas tractors and harvesters, the dream team,
Lime green machines make the fields gleam,
Through every season, rain, or shine,
Claas keeps the workin’ line.
It’s the power and the speed I trust,
With Claas, there’s no room for rust,
Built to last and made to roll,
Claas machines take control!
Claas tractors and harvesters, the dream team,
Lime green machines make the fields gleam,
Through every season, rain, or shine,
Claas keeps the workin’ line.
So here’s to Claas, the green and bold,
Machines that turn the soil to gold,
The fields are calling, the job’s a breeze,
With Claas, I’m ridin' with ease!
‘s Morgens vroeg, in de frisse lucht,
Hoor je Schmidt, met volle kracht,
Veegmachine, blinkend schoon,
Heel de buurt is weer gewoon.
Elke stoep en elk steegje klein,
Wordt proper dankzij Schmidt z’n lijn,
Overal waar hij passeert,
Wordt de straat mooi gepareerd.
Schmidt, Schmidt, Schmidt, held van ’t straatje,
Altijd proper, zonder praatje,
In de regen of volle zon,
Schmidt doet het werk, zonder pardon!
Door de stad en door het dorp,
Schmidt veegt al dat vuil eraf,
Met een lach en stevige pas,
Maakt hij onze wegen glas.
Geen stofje, geen vuil dat blijft,
Dankzij Schmidt die het altijd rijft,
’s Avonds blinkt heel de straat,
En heel de buurt die straalt in pracht.
Schmidt, Schmidt, Schmidt, held van ’t straatje,
Altijd proper, zonder praatje,
In de regen of volle zon,
Schmidt doet het werk, zonder pardon!
Van Antwerpen tot Gent zo fijn,
Schmidt houdt elke plek zo rein,
Met z’n borstel draait hij rond,
Heel de stad in topgezond!
Schmidt, Schmidt, Schmidt, held van ’t straatje,
Altijd proper, zonder praatje,
In de regen of volle zon,
Schmidt doet het werk, zonder pardon!
Dus als je ‘m ziet in de straat,
Dank Schmidt voor z’n werk op maat,
Elke dag die blinkt en lacht,
Schmidt, die maakt ons straatje pracht!
Out in the fields where the sun shines bright,
Orange machines groove from morning to night.
Ploughs and seeders, cultivators, too,
Spreading life with a purpose, making dreams come true.
Metal giants dancing, cutting through the land,
Tech-driven magic, working hand in hand.
Rolling wheels, precision so fine,
Growing the future, one groove at a time.
Feel the beat of the earth, hear the engines sing,
Disco soul in the soil, making harvests swing.
Raise your hands, celebrate the power,
Amazone groove, hour by hour!
“Funky fields and a soulful beat,
Amazone groove got us movin’ our feet!
Ploughs spin, seeders sway,
Dancing machines, working all day!”
“Yeah, yeah, Amazone groove!”
Cultivators strut with a smooth, sweet style,
Spreaders paint the land with a bright orange smile.
Turning every acre into fields of gold,
Innovation flows, breaking the mold.
Technology meets tradition’s grace,
Every field they touch, a better place.
Groovin’ forward, future in sight,
Amazone machines keep it funky and bright.
“Funky fields and a soulful beat,
Amazone groove got us movin’ our feet!
Ploughs spin, seeders sway,
Dancing machines, working all day!”
“Yeah, yeah, Amazone groove!”
“Yeah, yeah, Amazone groove!”
Cultivators strut with a smooth, sweet style,
Spreaders paint the land with a bright orange smile.
Turning every acre into fields of gold,
Innovation flows, breaking the mold.
Technology meets tradition’s grace,
Every field they touch, a better place.
Groovin’ forward, future in sight,
Amazone machines keep it funky and bright.
“Funky fields and a soulful beat,
Amazone groove got us movin’ our feet!
Ploughs spin, seeders sway,
Dancing machines, working all day!”
“Yeah, yeah, Amazone groove!”
“Yeah, yeah, Amazone groove!”
I’ve been drivin’ all my life,
But nothing feels quite this right,
The way you roll across the ground,
In my Fendt, love’s what I’ve found.
Your green so deep, your wheels so red,
Every ride, I feel so blessed,
From sunrise till the day is done,
With you, I’m never on the run.
My heart’s on Fendt, strong and true,
Every turn I take, I think of you,
In the fields, you never let me down,
You’re my love, my work, my solid ground.
Through dusty roads and harvest nights,
You’re my partner, my guiding light,
When the skies are stormy, you don’t sway,
In my Fendt, you lead the way.
We’ve plowed the earth, we’ve grown our dreams,
Through every season’s changing seams,
No other machine could ever steal,
The way you make this love so real.
My heart’s on Fendt, strong and true,
Every turn I take, I think of you,
In the fields, you never let me down,
You’re my love, my work, my solid ground.
And when the day is through, I look at you,
With that green so pure, and red that’s true,
There’s no other love for me,
It’s just my Fendt and the open sea.
My heart’s on Fendt, forever more,
You’ve opened up my farmer’s door,
Through every acre, through every mile,
Fendt’s the one that makes me smile.
Yeah, my heart’s on Fendt, there’s no other way,
We’ll be together every day,
In this life, my love will never end,
‘Cause my heart belongs to my Fendt.
I hit the field at the break of dawn,
Climb in my Fendt, I’m ready, I’m gone,
Green like the earth, red wheels turn,
Feel that power, let the engine burn.
I’m tearing through the land, no holding back,
With my Fendt, I’m right on track,
From the mud to the stone, I never stall,
With Fendt behind me, I stand tall!
Fendt’s got the power, Fendt’s got the soul,
Green and red, we’re on a roll,
Feel that engine, hear that sound,
With my Fendt, I’m plowing down!
Thunder in the sky, rumble on the ground,
When my Fendt’s in motion, it’s the baddest around,
Pullin’ heavy, cuttin’ clean,
Fendt’s the mightiest machine I’ve seen.
No job’s too tough, no road too long,
With my Fendt, I’m always strong,
The fields bow down, the wheels grip tight,
In my Fendt, I’m flying high tonight!
Fendt’s got the power, Fendt’s got the soul,
Green and red, we’re on a roll,
Feel that engine, hear that sound,
With my Fendt, I’m plowing down!
Fendt’s got the power, Fendt’s got the soul,
Green and red, we’re on a roll,
Feel that engine, hear that sound,
With my Fendt, I’m plowing down!
We're plowing down!
Rev it up, feel the heat,
The Fendt machine can’t be beat,
In the dirt, through the storm,
Fendt’s the one that keeps me warm!
Fendt’s got the power, Fendt’s got the soul,
Green and red, we’re on a roll,
Feel that engine, hear that sound,
With my Fendt, I’m plowing down!
We’re rollin’ hard, we’re rollin’ free,
Fendt’s the only one for me,
Green and red, let’s rock and ride,
With my Fendt, I’m by your side!
While Fendt's are plowing down!
We're rolling down,
We're rolling free,
Fendt's the only one for me,
Let's rock and ride,
With our Fendt's, right by your side!
Am frühen Morgen, der Motor brennt,
Schmidt fährt durch die Straßen, wie ein Element,
Der Asphalt bebt, die Bürsten drehen,
Schmidt Maschine – lässt nichts stehen.
Kein Staub, kein Dreck, bleibt hier im Weg,
Alles wird sauber, was einmal dreckig war,
Schmidt fegt durch, wie Stahl und Macht,
Die Stadt erwacht, die Nacht ist entfacht.
Schmidt Maschine – stark und kalt,
Reinigt die Straßen, fest und alt,
Schmidt Maschine – macht alles klar,
Schmidt Maschine, für immer da!
Durch die Gassen, durch den Rauch,
Schmidt bewegt sich, bricht den Schlauch,
Mit eiserner Bürste, gnadenlos,
Schmidt Maschine – gewaltig groß.
Er dröhnt und rattert, nimmt nichts in Acht,
Die Straßen leer, die Stadt erwacht,
Mit Stahl und Bürsten, präzise und schnell,
Schmidt Maschine, ohne Fehl.
Schmidt Maschine – stark und kalt,
Reinigt die Straßen, fest und alt,
Schmidt Maschine – macht alles klar,
Schmidt Maschine, für immer da!
„Schmidt, Schmidt!“, hallt der Ruf,
Mit Stahl und Stahl und eiserner Glut,
Er fährt durch Feuer, fährt durch Nacht,
Macht alles rein, was dunkel gemacht.
Schmidt Maschine – stark und kalt,
Reinigt die Straßen, fest und alt,
Schmidt Maschine – macht alles klar,
Schmidt Maschine, für immer da!
Maschine aus Stahl, unbesiegbar,
Straßen von Dreck, kein Schmutz mehr da,
Schmidt kehrt alles – stark und rein,
Eine Maschine, hart wie Stein!
ADDAX… it’s electric. It’s unstoppable.
Feel the surge when you’re in control,
ADDAX power taking hold.
Built tough, made for every road,
Silent strength in overload.
Through city streets or rugged trails,
ADDAX never fails.
Ohhh, ADDAX, electric might,
Rolling smooth through day and night.
Silent power, future bright,
Take the wheel, feel the drive ignite.
Effortless, sleek, and built for more,
From urban streets to the forest floor.
ADDAX leads where others stall,
An all-electric, powerhouse call.
Ride the future, ride it fast,
ADDAX drive, built to last.
Ohhh, ADDAX, electric might,
Rolling smooth through day and night.
Silent power, future bright,
Take the wheel, feel the drive ignite.
Effortless, sleek, and built for more,
From urban streets to the forest floor.
ADDAX leads where others stall,
An all-electric, powerhouse call.
Ride the future, ride it fast,
ADDAX drive, built to last.
Ohhh, ADDAX, electric might,
Rolling smooth through day and night.
Silent power, future bright,
Take the wheel, feel the drive ignite.
Take the wheel, feel the drive ignite.
Take the wheel, feel the drive ignite.
Dans la lueur du matin, tout commence,
Les rues s’éclairent, une douce danse,
Les balayeuses Schmidt passent en silence,
Elles chassent la poussière, en toute élégance.
Elles glissent sur l’asphalte, fidèles et fières,
Effaçant les traces de poussière,
Chaque rue, chaque coin de la ville,
Avec Schmidt, tout est plus tranquille.
Schmidt, les balayeuses du destin,
Sous la pluie, sous le matin,
Elles rendent la ville propre et belle,
Schmidt, un ballet éternel.
Dans les ruelles, au bord des boulevards,
Elles veillent, sous les réverbères du soir,
Ni pluie ni vent ne les retiennent,
Schmidt nettoie, Schmidt soutient.
Elles dansent sur le pavé, douces et sûres,
Pour nous offrir des rues pures,
Leur passage laisse un sillage clair,
Schmidt est là, un partenaire sincère.
Schmidt, les balayeuses du destin,
Sous la pluie, sous le matin,
Elles rendent la ville propre et belle,
Schmidt, un ballet éternel.
Ah, la ville qui respire, grâce à Schmidt,
Un éclat pur, un air limpide,
Les balayeuses, en rythme et grâce,
Rendent hommage à chaque espace.
Schmidt, les balayeuses du destin,
Sous la pluie, sous le matin,
Elles rendent la ville propre et belle,
Schmidt, un ballet éternel.
Dans la brume ou le soleil d’or,
Les balayeuses Schmidt veillent encore,
Chaque rue, chaque route, elles chérissent,
Pour un monde propre, elles accomplissent.
Dans les champs dorés au soleil levant,
Un géant de fer avance calmement.
C’est le Claas, fidèle, roi des moissons,
Qui récolte la terre avec passion.
Oh, Claas puissant, maître des champs,
Sous tes roues, le grain devient grand.
Dans les sillons, tu laisses ta trace,
Pour nourrir le monde, pour que rien ne se casse.
De la plaine fertile aux collines lointaines,
Tu roules sans relâche, tu braves la peine.
Avec tes bras d'acier, ta force sans fin,
Tu transformes les rêves en grains divins.
Oh, Claas puissant, maître des champs,
Sous tes roues, le grain devient grand.
Dans les sillons, tu laisses ta trace,
Pour nourrir le monde, pour que rien ne se casse.
Oh, Claas puissant, maître des champs,
Sous tes roues, le grain devient grand.
Dans les sillons, tu laisses ta trace,
Pour nourrir le monde, pour que rien ne se casse.
Oh, Claas puissant, maître des champs,
Sous tes roues, le grain devient grand.
Dans les sillons, tu laisses ta trace,
Pour nourrir le monde, pour que rien ne se casse.
De la plaine fertile aux collines lointaines,
Tu roules sans relâche, tu braves la peine.
Avec tes bras d'acier, ta force sans fin,
Tu transformes les rêves en grains divins.
De la plaine fertile aux collines lointaines,
Tu roules sans relâche, tu braves la peine.
Quand le soleil se couche, le travail accompli,
Le Claas se repose, fier de son défi.
Et dans chaque grain, un morceau d’histoire,
L'œuvre d'un géant, gardien de l'espoir.
Oh, Claas puissant, maître des champs,
Sous tes roues, le grain devient grand.
Dans les sillons, tu laisses ta trace,
Pour nourrir le monde, pour que rien ne se casse.
Quand le soleil se couche, le travail accompli,
Le Claas se repose, fier de son défi.
Et dans chaque grain, un morceau d’histoire,
L'œuvre d'un géant, gardien de l'espoir.
Well, we’re out in the field, sun beatin' down,
Got a Claas hay baler makin’ rounds in town,
Whether it’s round or square, it’s all the same,
Just balin' up hay in the farmer’s game.
Claas hay balers, workin' hard and true,
Rollin’ up the fields, green and new,
Round or square, we don’t care,
As long as that hay’s out the field and fair!
Startin’ at dawn, and we don’t slow down,
Them wheels keep on turnin’ on this patch o' ground,
Bales poppin’ out like clockwork, yeah,
Stackin’ up high in the summer air.
Claas hay balers, workin' hard and true,
Rollin’ up the fields, green and new,
Round or square, we don’t care,
As long as that hay’s out the field and fair!
Startin’ at dawn, and we don’t slow down,
Them wheels keep on turnin’ on this patch o' ground,
Bales poppin’ out like clockwork, yeah,
Stackin’ up high in the summer air.
Claas hay balers, workin' hard and true,
Rollin’ up the fields, green and new,
Round or square, we don’t care,
As long as that hay’s out the field and fair!
Windin' up tight, or stackin' 'em tall,
No job too tough, no field too small,
The Claas keeps goin’, through thick and thin,
Makin’ sure the hay’s locked up within!
Claas hay balers, workin' hard and true,
Rollin’ up the fields, green and new,
Round or square, we don’t care,
Long as the hay’s bundled up somewhere!
Get up in the morning, head to the field,
Lime green machines, my power and shield,
Claas tractors rollin', harvesters spin,
With Claas on my side, let the work begin.
They’re cutting and groovin', making the rounds,
Through every acre, they know the ground,
In lime green style, they do their thing,
Claas keeps us movin’—we’re ready to sing!
No Claas, no food, that’s the truth we know,
With lime green power, watch the harvest grow,
From the farm to the table, they lead the way,
No Claas, no food, that’s why we say!
Feel that rhythm, hear that sound,
Claas is rockin’ the fields all around,
Tractors pullin', seeds in the soil,
With Claas machines, there’s no need to toil.
They’re turnin’ and burnin’ in lime green light,
With Claas in the fields, it’s a beautiful sight,
From sunrise till the moonlight gleams,
Claas machines fuel our farmer’s dreams!
No Claas, no food, that’s the truth we know,
With lime green power, watch the harvest grow,
From the farm to the table, they lead the way,
No Claas, no food, that’s why we say!
Disco lights on the field so bright,
Lime green tractors, workin’ through the night,
They’re groovin’ steady, pushin’ through,
Claas machines, we count on you!
No Claas, no food, that’s the truth we know,
With lime green power, watch the harvest grow,
From the farm to the table, they lead the way,
No Claas, no food, that’s why we say!
So here’s to Claas, in every row,
Lime green power, they steal the show,
In the fields or on the dance floor mood,
No Claas, no food, they make it the way!
SEGWAY cruising, day and night,
Trimmin’ the grass, keepin’ it tight,
No sweat, no worry, it’s got the groove,
Dancin' through the lawn with every move.
In Holland, land of green and chill,
It rolls smooth over every hill,
Neighbors smile, yeah, they watch it go,
SEGWAY’s got that reggae flow!
SEGWAY, yeah, it’s cuttin’ it clean,
In the Dutch sun, it’s a robot dream,
Rollin’ steady, no push, no pull,
Holland’s lawns are always full!
SEGWAY, makin’ the green shine bright,
With reggae vibes, it’s feelin’ right,
Movin’ free, with no delay,
Holland's lawns love that SEGWAY way!
Through tulip fields and flowers tall,
SEGWAY glides, it never stalls,
Rain or shine, it’s always on time,
Makin’ every cut feel so fine.
A robot beat, in the Dutch scene,
SEGWAY keeps that emerald sheen,
Nature’s rhythm, it hears the call,
Turnin' Holland green for all!
SEGWAY, yeah, it’s cuttin’ it clean,
In the Dutch sun, it’s a robot dream,
Rollin’ steady, no push, no pull,
Holland’s lawns are always full!
SEGWAY, makin’ the green shine bright,
With reggae vibes, it’s feelin’ right,
Movin’ free, with no delay,
Holland's lawns love that SEGWAY way!
Through tulip fields and flowers tall,
SEGWAY glides, it never stalls,
Rain or shine, it’s always on time,
Makin’ every cut feel so fine.
A robot beat, in the Dutch scene,
SEGWAY keeps that emerald sheen,
Nature’s rhythm, it hears the call,
Turnin' Holland green for all!
SEGWAY, yeah, it’s cuttin’ it clean,
In the Dutch sun, it’s a robot dream,
Rollin’ steady, no push, no pull,
Holland’s lawns are always full!
SEGWAY, makin’ the green shine bright,
With reggae vibes, it’s feelin’ right,
Movin’ free, with no delay,
Holland's lawns love that SEGWAY way!
Op 't veld, in de morgen, terwijl de zon opkomt,
Zie ik hoe het land ademt, elke boer die erom droomt.
Mijn handen aan het stuur, m'n hart vol met vuur,
Zonder mijn Fendt, ja, dan is er geen avontuur.
Mijn Fendt, mijn trots, mijn trouwe maat,
Samen ploegen wij door weer en wind, vroeg of laat.
Geen klus te zwaar, geen dag te lang,
Met mijn Fendt zing ik het mooiste levenslied, zo hard ik kan!
De modder spat hoog, de regen klettert neer,
Maar mijn Fendt laat me nooit staan, hij doet altijd meer.
Hij brult door het veld, sterk als een beer,
Een boer met zijn tractor, dat is pure sfeer.
Mijn Fendt, mijn trots, mijn trouwe maat,
Samen ploegen wij door weer en wind, vroeg of laat.
Geen klus te zwaar, geen dag te lang,
Met mijn Fendt zing ik het mooiste levenslied, zo hard ik kan!
Ik kijk naar de horizon, de oogst die daar wacht,
Met mijn Fendt aan mijn zij, voel ik pure kracht.
Elk zaadje geplant, elk graantje geoogst,
Mijn Fendt, dat is alles waar ik van heb gedroomd.
Mijn Fendt, mijn trots, mijn trouwe maat,
Samen ploegen wij door weer en wind, vroeg of laat.
Geen klus te zwaar, geen dag te lang,
Met mijn Fendt zing ik het mooiste levenslied, zo hard ik kan!
Yo, it’s Saturday mornin', the sun’s breakin’ through,
I grab my keys and I know just what to do,
No date tonight, I got a better plan,
I’m ridin’ with my ISEKI, I’m a mower man!
It’s blue and mean, cuttin’ grass like a king,
Every blade falls down when it hears that engine sing,
Hydraulic lift got me feelin' real fly,
She’s the only one that makes my heart race high.
ISEKI, baby, you’re my ride-or-die,
Mowin' through the fields, got me touchin' the sky,
Every line you make, girl, you’re lookin’ so clean,
I’m in love with my mower, you know what I mean!
ISEKI, baby, you’re the queen of my yard,
Cuttin’ all day, we goin’ so hard,
From the front to the back, we be ridin' in style,
ISEKI, baby, you’re the one that makes me smile.
Neighbors be watchin’, but I don’t really care,
They don’t understand this love that we share,
The way you purr when you start, it’s like a song,
ISEKI got me feelin’ like we can’t go wrong.
Fuel it up, then we takin' a cruise,
A fresh-cut lawn, yeah, that’s my muse,
Your tires leave a pattern, perfect and tight,
I could mow all day, even through the night.
ISEKI, baby, you’re my ride-or-die,
Mowin' through the fields, got me touchin' the sky,
Every line you make, girl, you’re lookin’ so clean,
I’m in love with my mower, you know what I mean!
ISEKI, baby, you’re the queen of my yard,
Cuttin’ all day, we goin’ so hard,
From the front to the back, we be ridin' in style,
ISEKI, baby, you’re the one that makes me smile.
Forget about the cars and the money and the fame,
All I need is my mower, and it’s all the same,
She’s got horsepower, and she’s built so strong,
When I’m with my ISEKI, I can do no wrong.
So when the grass grows tall and the sun shines bright,
I’ll be rollin' with my ISEKI, feelin' all right,
It’s more than just a mower, it’s a love affair,
ISEKI and me, we the perfect pair!
ISEKI, baby, you’re my ride-or-die,
Mowin' through the fields, got me touchin' the sky,
Every line you make, girl, you’re lookin’ so clean,
I’m in love with my mower, you know what I mean!
ISEKI, baby, you’re the queen of my yard,
Cuttin’ all day, we goin’ so hard,
From the front to the back, we be ridin' in style,
ISEKI, baby, you’re the one that makes me smile.
