Текст песни
From the bottom, where the wind whispers quietly lines
Where every step is like the first trail in the sand
I rise without fear of the road
With a dream that shines in the distance
The bright light of the screen will not immediately flash
Not immediately the world will hear my voice
But work and passion are my foundation
My way, my choice, my peace
There are shadows and fogs along the way
And the wind beats, and it seems — the end
But in the heart — flame, faith without deception
Through the storm I go, I do not expect miracles
Let the years go, let the peaks grow
Let the echo of words fly through time
I will create something that ice floes will not destroy
The monument is not made of stone, from fire
He will live in hearts, in moments, in songs
In the ideas that will be born again and again
Miraculous — this is more wonderful
My dream, my love
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