Текст песни Даин Морийский - Трасса в Небо

We stood on the threshold, on the verge of the hills
We stood on the verge of green and peaceful hills ...
Here it smells like beer ...
Who is gone forever - he is not ready yet
To continue the path ...

On the highway to the sky ....

To believe in freedom, you don't need a ticket ...
To believe in freedom you don't need a lucky ticket ...
And even red ksiva,
And behind the wall at night the light comes on ...
This is the beginning of the journey ...

On the highway to the sky ....
Here I built the ash on the fragments of a dream ...
So I built the ashes on the shards of a happy dream ...
No more no less…
Someone will be free, but not me and not you ...
Someone can leave ...

On the highway to the sky ....