Rival of the Elements
The asphalt dozed in the ringing silence...
And the world around did not yet know what was to come,
When suddenly someone raced on par with the wind,
So unreal it could be taken for real.
The asphalt burned, groaning beneath the wheels,
And like the trumpets of doomsday
The engine roared, reminding one and all
That heavenly thunder is simply nonsense!
The asphalt wept tears black as pitch,
When suddenly on a sharp bend,
Screaming desperately and hopelessly with its brakes,
The rival of the wind met a lamppost.
You and I...
Like a ray of sun in pitch-black gloom
For me the light of your xenon eyes...
And there is nothing more beautiful on Earth
Than racing down the street in the light of streetlamps!
With you I merge into one,
My heart is like your engine.
Enjoying the world as a blurred picture,
We race together at full speed!
And our life is the length of the road...
Together with you we walk along it!
That is why the gods brought us together:
To race in the light of streetlamps!
Risen Against Fate
All my dreams are shattered to pieces,
I am angry at the whole world and hurt.
As at an abyss—at the starting line
I stand, waiting for a sign from above.
But I waited only for the signal,
Which opened the way forward for me.
And suddenly my soul felt lighter—
For it was a sign for me!
Darting forward like one possessed,
Like a demon in the night I flew,
And the others were like cherubim,
And I left them with nothing to do.
I flew forward, not letting off the gas,
And the night hid me from everyone...
I felt that never again
Would I repeat today's success.
Outside the window houses rush by,
Poles, trees, signs, streetlamps.
Fate herself whispers in my ear:
Don't repeat the success, don't repeat!
Enjoy it once in a lifetime!
Don't repeat it, don't repeat!
Get angrier at the whole world,
Go blind in rage and die!
Inside me everything seethed,
I wanted to live, even if it was awful!
And villainous fate kept singing
Her deathly beautiful motif!
And I decided to shut her mouth:
Stubbornly I strove for the finish.
Here a straight, there a turn.
I seemed to merge with the asphalt!
I had only a little left,
I was sure of victory.
When suddenly the road ended
And darkness enveloped me.
A Little About Myself...
I was small, weak and clumsy...
One day I walked up to my sister's computer.
Turned on Porshe and like under a cold shower
I entered its beautiful worlds!
I picked a car, took my place at the start,
I shot off from it so briskly
That I had to arrange a restart for myself—
I remained forever in the guardrail.
I wanted to be more careful from then on
And to be first to the finish.
But how unpleasant it was
When I hit a sign again and lost my way!
But from race to race the spirit grows stronger,
The hand gets more and more practiced!
But... shh! let that little kid play!
But he doesn't write poems yet.
He will write poems later
And he will complete all of Need For Speed!
He will become famous, and it seems
The whole forum will talk about him!
Rapture...
The roar of the engine awakens
The city, which seemed to have fallen asleep.
The whistle of the turbine sings
Its motif. Listen!
Listen to how the car's heart beats,
The wind whistling in your ears.
How the tires make love to the asphalt,
How the city groans in the dark.
Stand at the beginning of the path
And show what you're worth!
It's not enough to stand—you must go through,
Otherwise you won't open the whole path...
Go, without looking back!
Fly, overtaking the wind!
The crowd is eager... and believes in you...
May your path be bright!
In a burst of soul I tore forward...
But even the wind is no rival to you,
The car drinks the air so greedily—
The intoxicating evening air!
And you forget even yourself,
Enjoying the insane driving!
And also the guys riding behind,
Merging as one with your car.
And the path was easy, not thorny.
And you were the first to go through it.
And that whistle still rang in your ears,
Of the one who grew angry at you...
Outcast (on the theme of NFS U2)
I don't like life the way it is.
All my life I want to remake my life
And maybe this is my revenge on it,
When I get behind the wheel and gas to the limit!
My city knows me and hesitates to kill,
Patiently spreads the asphalt before me.
But I still cannot forget
How slowly life is killing me.
I am a racer-poet, I am an eternal outcast.
Speed helps me forget myself...
In this crazy world I am like a stranger,
But here's the paradox—I don't want to crash!
I am a racer-poet, I am an eternal outcast.
The intoxicating smell of freedom is familiar to me,
When I pierce the city like an arrow,
A merciless, roaring, striking arrow!
The Hunt.
Cutting through the dark night like a steel arrow,
Exposing the city's shame with xenon light,
The racer flies, fleeing from Themis's servants,
Fleeing into the tangled slums.
No, he is no coward, he wants to live in freedom
With his beloved car or a bought girl
Passing the night. For his freedom he is capable
Of sinking his teeth into a throat like a wolf, tearing flesh!
So the race is over, tracked by the police,
Having roused the car's steel heart with nitrous oxide,
He tore off into the unknown. But with the police
Jokes are bad. And he races on, flooring the gas...
Elusive to others, he sees the meaning of life
In the insane race, in the torments of the night's blanket.
Dozens of times he will offend the poor night!
And the night, forgiving all, little by little grew used to him...