Lonely Soul

When there’s sorrow,
Longing will be found.
If there’s longing,
Then the soul begins to ache…

And the blue sky isn’t joyful,
Nor does the sea’s wave call,
When longing holds such power,
It means the soul is aching most of all…

Lonely soul,
Life is passing slow,
With no hope, no change to show,
Facing only nowhere to go.

Only speed on the dark highway,
Past the curve, can’t see the bridge’s span,
But if you know it’s there always,
No need to slam the brakes, my friend.

But if from the bridge—a blinding light,
It stuns and fills your eyes,
If you don’t want to end in the ditch tonight,
Don’t hit the brakes—just drive.

Lonely soul,
Life is passing slow,
With no hope, no change to show,
Facing only nowhere to go.

Beneath the bridge the river roars,
The way home is short and slight,
But again, my soul is sore,
For it knows a special kind of plight.

Lonely soul,
Life is passing slow,
With no hope, no change to show,
Facing only nowhere to go.

I’ll knock upon my soul’s own door,
But inside, I’m no healer found,
I’ll sing my sad song once more,
And just the light stings my eyes all around.

Lonely soul,
Life is passing slow,
With no hope, no change to show,
Facing only nowhere to go.

Only speed on the dark highway,
Past the bend, can’t see the bridge at all,
But if you know it’s there anyway,
There’s no reason to stall…

Lonely soul,
Life is passing slow,
With no hope, no change to show,
Facing only nowhere to go.

To approach again the free, wild will,
And ask which path to pursue,
But for the soul that’s always still,
There’s no turn—no road anew.

Lonely soul,
Life is passing slow,
With no hope, no change to show,
Facing only nowhere to go.

Adaptation:" Одинокая душа"