Acrobats

Together we fly in harmony,
We look at each other as if in a mirror.
Parkour flyers,
We gallop over ramps,
And jumping pilots,
The cops are chasing us.
We merrily rush forward,
And we won't look back,
wheels whirring,
We'll drive without haste...
Aty-baty, somersaults,
The acrobats ride together,
A scooter atop a yacht,
Lady Hawk soared into the skies,
Two twin drivers
Swim out from under the yacht,
"Extreme seafarers"—
the cops shouted.
And our little black raccoon,
Like a mole, under the ground
Roams the game's expanses.
Aty-baty, somersaults,
Suddenly profanities poured into the chat:
They write that Gagarin is launching there—
Testing a new rocket.
The cosmonauts ride together,
Catching the intent gazes of EA-rats.