Текст песни
Cold wind through the window, the city falls behind,
Headlights paint the darkness, a trail I can’t unwind.
Mirrors hold the echoes of places I’ve outgrown,
But the road keeps whispering: «Just drive, don’t look back home».
Every mile’s a question, every turn’s a chance,
To rewrite the story in this moving trance.
Roadlights, guide me through the night,
Flicker like the answers I’m chasing out of sight.
I don’t need a map, just the hum of the engine’s song—
The highway’s my compass, and I’m finally… finally strong.
Signs blur into starlight, the radio hums low,
A mixtape of memories where lost loves come and go.
The dash glows soft blue, a heartbeat in the dark,
And the rhythm of the tires writes the poetry of the arc.
Every mile’s a question, every turn’s a chance,
To rewrite the story in this moving trance.
Roadlights, guide me through the night,
Flicker like the answers I’m chasing out of sight.
I don’t need a map, just the hum of the engine’s song—
The highway’s my compass, and I’m finally… finally strong.
No destination, just the drive,
The present’s all I need to survive.
The road don’t judge, the road don’t lie—
It just keeps rolling, keeps me alive.
Roadlights… guide me…
Just drive… don’t look back…
