Текст песни
The road unwinds like a silver thread,
Every mile a memory I can’t forget.
Headlights cut the dark, but the past won’t fade,
Just the hum of the engine and the choices I’ve made.
No map can show where I’m meant to go,
But the rhythm of the wheels keeps me moving slow.
Silver mile, take me home,
Where the shadows dance and the wild winds roam.
I don’t need a light—I’ve got the road,
And the echoes that follow where the asphalt flows.
Signs flicker past like half‑remembered dreams,
Each one a story I never got to keep.
The rearview mirror holds what I left behind,
But the open road keeps calling: «Just drive, just drive».
No map can show where I’m meant to go,
But the rhythm of the wheels keeps me moving slow.
Silver mile, take me home,
Where the shadows dance and the wild winds roam.
I don’t need a light—I’ve got the road,
And the echoes that follow where the asphalt flows.
Maybe this road is the only truth I know,
A path written in headlights, a compass below.
No starting line, no finish in sight,
Just the silver mile and the will to fight.
Silver… mile…
Just the road… and the night…
