Текст песни
The track is quiet, the race is done,
Echo the speed, the setting sun.
Tires left their final trace,
In this silence, I find grace.
Wind carries memories of the past,
Every turn, every lap — it lasts.
No more roar, just the calm remains,
In the echo, the spirit sustains.
Feel the echo, hear the sound,
Of wheels on asphalt, all around.
Echo the track, let it ring,
Whispers of speed, on silent wings.
In every shadow, in every bend,
The echo lives — it won’t end.
Lights fade, the city wakes,
New day breaks, but faith stays.
Footprints on the asphalt line,
A story written, truly mine.
Mirrors show the road behind,
No regrets, no need to find.
I carry forward what I’ve earned,
With every lesson, every turn.
Echo on…
Echo the track, let it ring,
Whispers of speed, on silent wings.
In every shadow, in every bend,
The echo lives — it won’t end.
