The train is suddenly stopped
About halfway
The only thing left is to honor the fallen machine
And the rest is to walk
And suddenly there is no hurry anymore
Welcome services will not wait
We can leave suitcases and supplies here
When the rain stops, the river rises
And the road can be a target
And the road
can be a target
And the road can be a target
The only cloud above the head stands
It does not move like a cloud
The only class greets in the field
The only way of love
And suddenly there is no hurry anymore
Welcome services will not wait
We can leave suitcases and supplies here
When the rain stops, the river rises
And the road can be a target
rusic
It's a star.
It's a star.
It's a star.
It's a star.