Ария - Дальний Свет

The horizon is unreachable thin space.
Look in front, drive very fast,
But the speed help me forget about your face.
I don't want to fix the past.

Hour is split up by a few miles,
Everything is left behind.
Then wind will blow my barmy trials.
Like road beacon's sign
The main-beam in sight.

Then two lights share the night into “It-Was” and “Out-Of-Mind”.
The burning bridges, and flies like an arrow the driving...

There's the roadway desk runs and flies away.
I see as if in a trance
The frames from documentary film are laid –
Scenes about two of us.

The tread put on the road sector
As a record of all lives
My bio, and the random vector
Break the horizontal lines.
The main-beam in sight.

Then two lights share the night into “It-Was” and “Out-Of-Mind”.
The burning bridges, and flies like an arrow the driving lights.

The tires are crushed on the tight bend,
Put my memory aside.
Speed is a reason that it happened,
Get the answer right.
The main-beam in sight.

Then two lights share the night into “It-Was” and “Out-Of-Mind”.
The burning bridges, and flies like an arrow the driving lights.
Then two lights share the night into “It-Was” and “Out-Of-Mind”.
The burning bridges, and flies like an arrow the driving...