Текст песни
Voices in the sand, whisper very quietly
Be yours, tell them this man
If you find Golden Springs always
Keep your eyes open
Right along I take my gun
Gather supplies on the road
And head a west on a quest for adventure
And that is all I thought
Ride a horse through valleys and fields
Riding towards a wind in search of myself
The soul of Wild West
The soul of Wild West
Tongues of flame illuminated the camp
Deployed several years ago
Another way, which I can’t find myself
One of the shortest and fastest routes was
Separated from the mine by a storm
Right along I take my reins and told my fear
No time to lose, we don’t stop
We must unite all our power
Into a fist with together
And the legend arose among the waster-lands
Who became the first a soul of wild west
Who still cuts through sandstorms leaving
A trace of golden sand under the horses feet
