Cool Girl

[Куплет 1] Night wraps the city, I’m ready to go, Stars in the sky set my heart all aglow. Hands on the wheel, thrill’s running high, Adrenaline’s pumping, I’m born to fly. My car’s a sculpture, lights shining bright, City streets are my track every night. Engine’s roar is a song in my soul, Every sharp turn takes full control. [Пред-припев] Speed’s a sweet shiver, I love the ride, Living on edge, with you by my side. [Припев] Drift is my passion, fire in my eyes, The scent of gasoline swirling the skies. I’m queen of the night, racing the breeze, My style’s electric, every win’s a breeze! [Куплет 2] Forget the rules, they’re not for me, My world’s freedom, wild and free. Tires are burning, asphalt’s in pain, Every inch calls out, wild in my veins. Lines of light guide me through the dark, My reflexes sharp, a lightning spark. Behind me, just echoes of daring feats, I’m part of these years, the wind and the streets. [Пред-припев] Nerves like strings, tight in the night, Success and risk, keys in my fight. [Припев] Drift is my passion, fire in my eyes, The scent of gasoline swirling the skies. I’m queen of the night, racing the breeze, My style’s electric, every win’s a breeze! [Куплет 3] My girl is speed, my boy’s the thrill, Without them, life’s empty, dull and still. I’m fearless, here to claim my prize, Every race’s a new hero’s rise. Car lights like stars beneath my feet, Hear the heartbeat, racing the beat? City’s rhythm pulses in my veins, I’m asphalt’s daughter, change never pains. [Пред-припев] Smoke all around, a whirlwind of sound, This is my life, and I’m glory bound. [Припев] Drift is my passion, fire in my eyes, The scent of gasoline swirling the skies. I’m queen of the night, racing the breeze, My style’s electric, every win’s a breeze! [Переход] Hey, do you hear that bass? It’s pumping in my veins! Headlights gleam, calling out my dreams! That rush of speed when time stands still, My heart beats strong, unbreakable will! [Заключительный припев] Drift is my passion, fire in my eyes, The scent of gasoline swirling the skies. I’m queen of the night, racing the breeze, My style’s electric, every win’s a breeze! Drift is my passion, fire in my eyes, The scent of gasoline swirling the skies. I’m queen of the night, racing the breeze, My style’s electric, every win’s a breeze!.. [Завершение] Drift is my passion!.. Yeah, every win’s my thrill!..