Drift One Love

Yo. A topic about drifting, those who know will understand,
What this rapper is talking about,
There will be a couple of different car names here,
Smoke from under the rear arches and tire marks.
The muse visited me, so I wrote it down,
About how I was tearing it up in a Supra in Need for Speed,
Did a full tune, set up the suspension,
Falken tires, I fly into the corner sharply.
I change gear and the drift angle,
I touch my friend Nikitos with the rear bumper,
But he's not offended, we keep driving together,
And then suddenly at the most interesting moment.
He loses control of his Silvia,
Probably because of the failure he's now under the willow,
But no, it turned out his tire blew out,
Simple rules, Nikitos wrecked the car.
Anyway we decided to race next time,
Only now we need to make sure the eye doesn't twitch,
Otherwise the guardrail is not far, the tow truck is close,
And now we have an incentive to avoid the risk.
Next I decided to tune the Skyline,
Installed a body kit, chose a vinyl line,
Lowered the suspension and chose Recaro seats,
New hood and nice wheels for the car.
It turned out to be a pretty nice Sky,
Chose a track, pressed the "start" button,
In any gear my Skyline goes sideways,
Converted it to rear-wheel drive and filled the air with smoke.
Fans in the stands and me in the seat behind the wheel,
Honing my drifter skill day by day,
I immortalized tire marks on the asphalt,
And at school I drew graffiti on the desk.

Let's go sideways, sideways, sideways,
We don't drive straight, we're under the gaze of god,
And we really don't mind the expensive rubber,
What matters to us is the smoke from under the wheels and Zina's smile.=)

So, I'm still telling you about drifting,
Recently I saw a cool car—I want one like that too,
For that you need to study well now,
I know it's obvious, but you mustn't be lazy.
Alright, let everyone think about their own fate,
Everyone has their own schemes, that's not important to me,
And while I still love Need for Speed,
I'll remember drifting while someone sleeps.
By the way, one can recall where we first learned about drifting,
It was in Japan, they've got cool cars there,
But now there, probably, they don't think about racing,
They have other problems, life on pins and needles.
Nevertheless, the words Japan and drift are inseparable,
It's like Bavaria and beer in Germany,
It's like Russia and crappy roads,
Like endless traffic jams and black Volgas.
And even though I'm a patriot, I love another class of cars,
I'm closer to an NSX on the track and the squeal of its tires,
I'm closer to Nissans, Toyotas and Hondas,
And in my opinion, they will never go out of fashion.
Endless corners and eternal white smoke,
That's all you need to become cool,
Disappearing for whole days at the track,
You forget about everything, even about this track.
No wonder this topic is so popular,
Cool cars and a good atmosphere,
And all you need here is to turn a Sparco wheel,
And if it doesn't work out, you need to repeat.
In sorrow and in joy don't forget about drifting,
It's easier to live with it, so don't get discouraged,
And even if the cops took away your license,
Dude just say: "Drift one love!!!"

Let's go sideways, sideways, sideways,
We don't drive straight, we're under the gaze of god,
And we really don't mind the expensive rubber,
What matters to us is the smoke from under the wheels and Zina's smile.