Текст песни
The final lap, the last run,
My battle’s almost won.
Every corner, every mile,
Has brought me here in style.
The tires sing, the engine cries,
With fire burning in my eyes.
No looking back, no second chance,
Just me, the track, the trance.
One more turn, one more gear,
The finish line is drawing near.
Final lap — give it all,
Rise up, stand tall.
Final lap — feel the flame,
This is more than just a game.
The crowd is gone, the noise is low,
But deep inside, the engines grow.
I push the pedal, hold the line,
This moment's yours and mine.
The checkered flag is in the air,
I breathe it in, I'm almost there.
One last push, one final prayer,
The speed will take me anywhere.
Final lap — give it all,
Rise up, stand tall.
Final lap — feel the flame,
This is more than just a game.
