THE CONTRADICTION

THE CONTRADICTION

In a certain day, in my silver heart, actually in a little relic, I mean

I mixed Prost with Senna, the former McLaren dream team

Nobody no longer can keep them apart

They were great rivals, that’s right

Naturally created by God to fight

Prost and Senna made the fast lane an art

What more shall I say?

I prefer the Frank knight anyway!

Before Alain, the Professor of the Track

I must always prostrate

Even if I’m under attack

But in fact I’m also a fan of his best teammate

How can I solve this contradiction?

I wish I could deal with this distinction

I just let it be

What does it mean to me?

I just accelerate

victory over victory celebrate

and always start in pole position

Everyday I fight the good fight

I have a Mongol soul

this is my condition