Russian Racing "LORD"

An explosion in the cylinder, in the combustion chamber
On the compression stroke, at the moment of ignition
Flicking on the high beam
Crossing solid lines,
Flashing xenon headlights into the distance
Overtaking an opponent in the oncoming lane..
Giving the wheel maximum traction
Pressing the gas to the floor nonetheless
The tachometer needle reaches the last mark,
Electronic injection, eight injectors
Fuel supply
Huge crankshaft speed
And both camshafts spin like clockwork,
Now sixth gear is already engaged
I wish you "good luck, bro" from the bottom of my heart

At the green light of the traffic signal
The tedious tone of conversation fades,
Only the loud roar of the engine is heard
Only our pack rushes into the distance
You win by flooring the gas..

Staying in last place
You'll spend fifteen days in the police station,
For such an administrative violation
A whole 2 years of license revocation,
But you're ready to give everything for a differential with an offset axle
For better grip with the road
To control drifts without a doubt,
There's no mention of Fidanza and Pirelli in this text
I wrote it all in street style so the English don't get too cocky,
And I don't care that the pompous Germans
Essentially stole the Hertz company..
I'm putting this text in street style into your ears
From LORD, thanks for your attention from the bottom of my heart

At the green light of the traffic signal
The tedious tone of conversation fades,
Only the loud roar of the engine is heard
Only our pack rushes into the distance
You win by flooring the gas..