Инна Луговая, Империя Шума - Жигули
текст песни

Listen little one
Buckle up
Now there will be a Saratov drift
Let's go
Bumper on tape muffler screams
My wild swallow rushes forward
I don't need Tesla, I don't need Musk
I have a subwoofer and bass in my trunk
Turning with the handbrake, we fly into the general store
The grandmothers cross themselves: “Oh, this is happening!”
On the rear window there is the inscription my life my rules
We accelerate the pulse with our song
Smoke from under the wheels
The smell of burnt rubber
This is not glamor
It's the smell of gasoline
The tinted basin is falling sideways
We fly off-road, squeezing full throttle.
Zhiguli Zhiguli queen of the track
Scatter guys, give way to the box office
Drift in the mud
Drift in the mud
Seven eggplant color is a style
We raise centuries-old dust into the sky
The lower lip scratches the asphalt
I make guys close the gestalt
Who's there in a foreign car, let's catch up
Just don’t lose your plastic bumper
The Russian auto industry is no joke
We ride until the morning, we ride throughout the day
The tinted basin is falling sideways
We fly off-road, squeezing full throttle.
Zhiguli Zhiguli queen of the track
Scatter guys, give way to the box office
The tinted basin is falling sideways
We fly off-road, squeezing full throttle.
Zhiguli Zhiguli queen of the track
Scatter guys, give way to the box office
We've arrived