Слова: Blind; Музыка: Blind, Таур

 

Your life is

An old wooden bridge…

You walk up and down

From bank to the bank…

It’s road between

Your troubles and luck…

Your fears and funs

Darkness and light…of the world…

 

Bridge! You look at the water,

You think of immortal

And dream of the end…

 

Bridge… will burn in the fire,

You feel bored and tired

Of routine of life…

 

But keep your dream

And hope on God

And ride up your bridge

On graceful horse…

How not to fall?!

And live inspite of all?!

To be brave and noble?!

You’re asking yourself…all your life…

 

(~~~Solo~~~)

 

Your life is

An old wooden bridge…

You try not to fall

And keep your way own…

To be out of rumours

Feel wind on your face,

Keep freedom in soul

And fire in heart…all your life…

 

Bridge! You look at the water,

You think of immortal

And dream of the end…

 

Bridge… will burn in the fire,

You feel bored and tired

Of routine of life…

 

But keep your dream

And hope on God

And ride up your bridge

On graceful horse…

One day will come,

You’ll find all answers,

You’ll pass trough all hardships

And burn down your bridge …on a way to new life…