Some run away from the taxes,
Some — from the chains and the war.
Some flee the bitter domestic
Or clouds that they simply abhor.
Nowhere to run…
Nowhere to run, my friend,
And you’re the road never ends…
Each has a reason to wander,
A path that they leave far behind.
But fate pulls the thread even tighter,
Until the dead-end is defined.
Nowhere to run…
Nowhere run, my friend,
And you’re the road never ends…
The last shore in silence deep...
The last love, just like a dream...
The last day, the light will creep...
The last bow... the closing scene...
Nowhere To Run...
© Copyright: Павел Хамидулов, 2026
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