Текст песни LYRE - Магистраль

Closed faces in other people's hands
We were two sides of the highway
And feeling only one friend hearts
To meet the movement of carrying steel

Back Do not go back we need to go
What is waiting for us in the middle of the way
All that could not be found for a long time
But never go there

And I shouting
Under the sound of whistling tires
I myself will go through that way
After all, I do not win
And making the first step
Under the songs from poems
I will dip in the darkness.
Only love remained.

Latest sighs of unhappy love
Pegs heart it is still alive
And breaks out to find
After all, half just unbearable.

Feeling a thin smell of spirits
And the long-awaited lip of delicate touch
On the last breath of dying lines
I feel happiness and inspiration

And I shouting
Under the sound of whistling tires
I myself will go through that way
After all, I do not win
And making the first step
Under the songs from poems
I will dip in the darkness.
Only love remained.