Текст песни Цушко Роман - Следы на песке

We go through life leaving footprints in the sand
Not caring if our tracks are preserved
Behind a cherished dream somewhere dawning there, in the distance
And my soul balancing somewhere on the water's edge
Only outlining the nearest route with a dotted line
And darning the gaps of fate with a stern thread
In a hurry, forgetting about the modest, dear shelter
Forgetting how wildflowers smell in spring

A few words can touch the soul thread
Connecting the whole creative path from scraps
Only a glance is able to say without a word
And convey exactly what the essence is

Looking back we won't see the way
That, perhaps, was not passed the shortest path
The wind will blow the outlines of our feet from the sand
Or it will simply wash away the tracks with a tidal wave
And do not regret the past and that did not have time
Complete, or not finished, just started
Each step, in general, is, the completion of business
And the beginning of something that you never noticed before.