Ария - Беги За Солнцем

Smell of a grief in the air
For about two thousands years.
Life's so unclear
In a cursed land, as it appears.

The little breeze in your hair
Looks the same as in the past.
Time stands still here,
The Moon close to the Sun at last.


How I will be flying
Like a bird from goddamn land.
Vanishing in skyline,
Dream that you hold in your hand.

Run, run, the Sun is near.
Your legs are wounded back.
Run, and you have no fear –
You play with fate which you attack.
Fly, fly, the Sun is near
Up to the crazy height.
Fly, and you have no fear –
There's only you can do it right.


Only those men are so fair
Who felt the fear in their minds,
Who look with fear.
We've seen the pride in their eyes.

White feather into your hair
You are like a pagan god.
Jump in the sphere
Right to the stream of thunderbolt.


How I will be flying
Like a bird from goddamn land.
Vanishing in skyline,
Dream that you hold in your hand.

Run, run, the Sun is near.
Your legs are wounded back.
Run, and you have no fear –
You play with fate which you attack.
Fly, fly, the Sun is near
Up to the crazy height.
Fly, and you have no fear –
There's only you can do it right.


You moaned, you felt down,
You've been burning from the height.
You're born on this ground –
You'll become a ground it might.

Run, run, the Sun is near.
Your legs are wounded back.
Run, and you have no fear –
You play with fate which you attack.
Fly, fly, the Sun is near
Up to the crazy height.
Fly, and you have no fear –
There's only you can do it right.