мадмуазель, карета у подъезда, мадмуазель ,поехали со мной. в ваших глазах неведомая бездна. меня влечёт своей глубиной. я никогда ещё таким счастливым не был, я для тебя отдам, свою любовь . мадмуазель, позвольте вашу руку, вы так тонки, вы юная газель. я даже час, не выдержу разлуки, не уходите в ночь, мадмуазель. я никогда ещё.таким счастливым не был. я для тебя отдам , свою любовь. закрой глаза, давай взлетим на небо. два нежных ангела , средь белых облаков . я никогда ещё таким счастливым не был. я для тебя отдам свою любовь. я никогда ещё таким счастливым не был . я для тебя отдам , свою любовь! By the power of truth, I, while living, have conquered the universe © 2026 Mark Damon Bitkower. Lyrics & written content are original and owned by the author. All rights reserved. No reproduction, redistribution, or use without prior written permission. 🐰🌙𝕵𝖆𝖈𝖐𝕽𝖆𝖇𝖇𝖎𝖙 𝕾𝖑𝖎𝖒𝖘🌙🐰 DB5, I Rule [Intro – Whispered] Carolyn asked, “Whose car is that out front?” Lester smiled like a king in exile. But me? I saw chrome in a silver dream— and I never came back the same. [Verse 1] I worked near the 10 where the ocean light bends, Santa Monica mornings with scripts in my hands, Reading for thunder, for cinema sins, For the boss with the lightning in all of his plans. But some days the story left paper and flame, Keys hit my palm like a dangerous name, Eleanor breathing with Hollywood scars, A Mustang with ghosts in her gasoline heart. I took her up PCH, sun in the glass, Pacific wind laughing as traffic rolled past, Detailed the beast till her halo was clean, But somewhere inside me lived silver and green. [Pre-Chorus] ’Cause a man can love muscle, A man can love speed, A man can hear pistons Like scripture and need. But under the noise, Past the horses and steel, There’s one sacred shape That knows how I feel. [Chorus] DB5, DB5, Silver saint with a dangerous smile, You don’t just drive, you arrive, Like a tailored suit hiding a knife. DB5, DB5, Goldfinger moon on a gentleman’s mile, If I ever touch that wheel and survive— I rule, I rule, I rule tonight. [Verse 2] Straight-six singing like Connery’s drawl, Leather and walnut and danger in all, Not just a car, but a myth with a key, A tuxedo dream with machinery. Revolving plates for a soul on the run, Bulletproof windows when love comes undone, Smoke screen behind me, heartbreak ahead, Ejector seat ready for ghosts in my bed. I’m Jackrabbit Slims with the low-latent eyes, Seeing ten thousand roads in one line, INFJ shadow with gasoline nerves, A lyricist built out of bruises and curves. [Pre-Chorus 2] I’ve driven the beast Where the coastline explodes, I’ve read for the kings Where the blockbuster grows. But the boy in my chest Still whispers at five: There’s only one car That can make him feel alive. [Chorus] DB5, DB5, Silver saint with a dangerous smile, You don’t just drive, you arrive, Like a tailored suit hiding a knife. DB5, DB5, Goldfinger moon on a gentleman’s mile, If I ever touch that wheel and survive— I rule, I rule, I rule tonight. [Bridge – Whispered / Intense] Q said, “Pay attention, please.” But I already was. Windscreen bulletproof— like the heart of a man who learned not to beg for love. And Bond said, “You’re joking.” Q said, “Never.” That’s how I want the chorus to feel— beautiful, lethal, forever. Ferris had the Ferrari, Dom had the quarter-mile creed, Lester had his Firebird, But I’ve got a different need. Not red. Not loud. Not begging to be seen. Just silver restraint with a loaded machine. [Verse 3] Some cars flex hard like a fist in the sun, Some cars shout victory after they’ve won, But you move quiet like a wolf in a room, Moonlight polished on a gentleman’s doom. A million-dollar prayer with the past in the grain, A 1960s fever no market can tame, Some call it collector, some call it art, I call it the missing piece shaped like my heart. Carrozzeria curves like a lover’s old dress, British steel teaching American stress, I don’t need the crown, I don’t need the applause, Just that engine note healing my nervous system’s flaws. [Final Chorus – Bigger Strings / Brass] DB5, DB5, Silver saint with a dangerous smile, You don’t just drive, you arrive, Like a tailored suit hiding a knife. DB5, DB5, Goldfinger moon on a gentleman’s mile, If I ever touch that wheel and survive— I rule, I rule, I rule tonight. [Outro – Soft / Spoken] Eleanor was thunder. The Firebird was freedom. The Ferrari was obsession. But the DB5? That’s not a car. That’s the moment a wounded man straightens his jacket, starts the engine, and remembers he was always James Bond in his own strange movie.
