Текст песни
Wet asphalt, neon signs blur,
Headlights cut through the curtain of fur.
No GPS, just instinct and skill,
We race where the city’s still.
Mirrors lie, the fog plays tricks,
Every turn’s a test of wits.
Silent streets, no cameras here,
Shadow circuit — no one near.
Tires hiss, the radar’s off,
This is where the real ones roam.
Shadow circuit, under the rain,
Shadow circuit, ease the pain.
Shadow circuit, break the chain,
Shadow circuit — we remain.
Streetlights flicker, shadows grow,
We move where the cold winds blow.
No finish line, no trophy light,
Just the rhythm of the night.
We write the rules, we set the pace,
In this world, we find our grace.
Phantom rides, a secret code,
Stories told where no one’s told.
Shadow circuit, under the rain,
Shadow circuit, ease the pain.
Shadow circuit, break the chain,
Shadow circuit — we remain.
