Текст песни Хельга Эн-Кенти - Go west рок-н-ролл

Hot desert, wheel mark,
The sun in the morning in the back, in the evening in the eye.
The horizon is pulled like a steel thread
My throat is dry, I want to smoke.

The rules of the game were briefly explained:
There is only room for four in the story.
Even if asked, I’m hard to say
Who are we for each other ... Who said friends?

With age, belief in miracles goes away,
God will not save - get out by yourself.
You can’t keep time like sand in a handful.
Get out of the way, we're out of the way!

Icy water burns my gaze.
Have we met before? How many years ago?
Dust settles on the earth’s palm
The path to the West merged with the line of fate.

(c) Helga En-Kenti