For years everyone's running, for years everyone's returning,
Chasing after the sun,
Captured within circles, everyone's complicated,
So what are you still dreaming?
For years they hide, for years everyone knows,
A turned-over stone,
At nights and days, everyone's already talking,
Why are you still staying?...
It's better to run to the fire, to demand - not to ask,
What are you afraid of?
There's nothing to think about when he says, there's no better time,
Bring on the day...
For years they ask, for years they don't listen,
Keeping it all in,
It builds up and grows stronger, and wrecks you in the end,
What are you speaking of?
It's better to run to the fire, to demand - not to ask,
What are you afraid of?
There's nothing to think about when he says, there's no better time,
Bring on the day...
It so happens that you're always silent,
But inside it burns and consumes everything,
All the words that were gone
You'll find them in other people's dreams...
For years they open up and remain closed, clinging to the wind,
Every disaster follows another, it comes and speaks again,
Going back to the open wound...
It's better to run to the fire, to demand - not to ask,
What are you afraid of?
There's nothing to think about when he says, there's no better time,
Bring on the day...
It so happens that you're always silent...
For years everyone's running, for years everyone's returning,
Chasing after the sun.