Have you healed the tumor
Of the offensive defeat?
When the luck showed you its back,
Forced you to your knees.
Now you’ve no chance for mistakes
Or they’ll eat you up
With a fire torch in your hand
Up to golden stars
You are supposed to be the first
You take a breath to start your way
So that you could not be removed
From the eternity - Olympic history
Pushing the walls on, on and on
Pushing the walls on, on and on
Crashing the walls on, on and on
Crushing the walls on, on and on
Have you lost the passion?
Oh no, you’ve got that a lot
You’re still at that age to think
That you can change the world
Now you’ve no place to escape
And there’s no wish to
With a fire torch in your hand
You just must get through
You are supposed to be the first
You take a breath to start your way
So that you could not be removed
From the eternity - Olympic history
Pushing the walls on, on and on
Pushing the walls on, on and on
Crashing the walls on, on and on
Crushing the walls on, on and on
