There is a bright light of the blind star in the end of the tunnel,
The soles will leave footprints on the dead foliage,
My pulse still beats under my skin and I have to live,
Perhaps, I will never come back any more,and may be...I'll stay with you..
I'll stay as ashes on your lips,
I'll stay as the flame in your eyes,
the breathe of the wind in your arms...
I'll stay as the snow on your cheeks,
I'll stay as the light far from you,
I'll stay as the light for you...
There is a bright light in the end of the tunnel and I'm going there,
I'm going on the burnt grass, on the thin ice.
Don't cry, I'm not afraid of the pain, there is no pain there.
Perhaps, I will never come back any more,and may be...I'll stay with you..
I'll stay as ashes on your lips,
I'll stay as the flame in your eyes,
the breathe of the wind in your arms...
I'll stay as the snow on your cheeks,
I'll stay as the light far from you,
I'll stay as the light for you...
I'll stay as ashes on your lips,
I'll stay as the flame in your eyes,
the breathe of the wind in your arms...
I'll stay as the snow on your cheeks,
I'll stay as the light far from you,
I'll stay as the light for you...