Refrain:
Transformer
Transformer
Transformer
Pour un monde meilleur
Transformer
Le libérateur
Tu oublies ta peur
Tu seras vainqueur, vainqueur

Il y a déjà quatre millions d'années
Les Autobots, robots sophistiqués
Abandonnèrent la planète Cybertron
Dont le grand patron était Mégatron

Ils ont choisi de tomber sur la Terre
Dans l'espoir de conquérir l'Univers
Ils sont les rois de la transformation
Les Autobots, robots-auto-camion

Refrain

C'est la guerre pour la vie
Conquérir l'énergie
Dominer les Etoiles
Dans la lutte sidérale
Les méchants ou les bons
La question :
Qui seront les champions ?

Les méchants ou les bons
La question :
Qui seront les champions ?

Afin d'avoir le pouvoir absolu
Les Décepticans sont bien résolus
À donner la formule anti-matière
Du professeur Alcazar sur la terre

Mais décider à conjurer le mal
Optimus prend son navire spatial
Pour attaquer à temps ses ennemis
Son cosmotron franchit les galaxies

Refrain 

Générique Transformers.  Pour un monde meilleur

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The neon flicker of Hotel 87 bled into the midnight mist like a broken heartbeat. Roxy killed the ignition of her battered hover coupe and stepped into the humming night, Knax curling around her ankles with a mechanical purr. Above them, electric signs buzzed warnings she could no longer read - languages lost in the churn of compressed time.

Time Police cruisers blinked along the skyline, their sirens warped into ghostly howls by the static air. Roxy tugged the brim of her cracked racing cap lower over her eyes and adjusted the drive compressor on her belt. She had no time to lose, not tonight. Not with Rain’s last transmission still pulsing weakly through the Nexus.

Inside, Hotel 87 smelled like ozone and lost dreams. Holographic guests shimmered between floors, replaying loops from a century ago. At the front desk, a synth-masked concierge gave a mechanical nod, slipping Roxy a black data chip under the guise of exchanging room keys.

"TY Mountain," the synth whispered, voice glitching on the last syllable. "She's waiting for you there."

Knax let out a low growl, his fur sparking with the faint blue glow of danger. Roxy tucked the chip into her jacket and shot a glance at the mirror behind the desk. In the reflection, a Time Officer's badge gleamed like a silver bullet.

The chase had already begun.

She tightened her gloves, tapped her communicator, and smiled beneath the neon haze.

"Come on, Knax," she murmured. "Let's burn some time."

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