Текст песни Ольга JAM Волоцкая - Две дороги

Hm G
Your way is my way
Hm
My road is your cross
G
And you just need a little bit
Hm
When we get tired of everything:

G
Slam the door and the winds
Hm
Open the road of mirrors
G
And this world is like a hall
F #
Will echo from the rocks ...

And a silver tip
Finds eternal darkness.
And all that was yours
And I will take everything that will be.

On a red-hot thread
On the sign, folded palm,
Among the transparent columns
We rip granite to live.

Familiar to many winds
My verbal ligature.
Make my way in half
We shared, laughing.

And closing my eyes
We were waiting for a new flight.
Even time does not wait for us.
And it's too late to hit the brakes.

Embroidered with sparks of stars
Our card booth.
And someone was seriously thinking
That went home.

But the glow of a hot fire
Does not distinguish between faces.
Nobody knows the end.
And we will get together - it's time ...

Your way is my way
My road is your cross.
Your way is my way
My road is your cross.