To all those that Dare
The well-trodden paths are beautiful, without flaws
And their trampled cover is smooth
There are no cobblestones, stones and sharp edges
There are signs from the words
The route is paved and it seems so boring
And every turn is predictable
And every step is already learned by passers-by
Everything is known there, in general
The peaks cannot be conquered in advance - †
there are only plateaus
And all the rivers and seas are tamed
And the wind spreads at your feet quite calmly
Never knowing about storms
What boredom! With the crowd, losing their will
From point A to drag to point B...
And the wings are tied so tightly behind the back
And it's cramped, stuffy, fresh in the crowd!
The soul screams - there are other roads
Impenetrable dangerous paths!
But there is scope, there is will, there is freedom!
And my heart beats so loudly in my chest
And it can be scary to most -
The limit is not visible to the eye of those roads
Not many agree to be the first
And who dared, and did not dare
But there are those, challenging fate
And sending fear, peace and pain to hell
They step barefoot over the cliff
Driven only by the wind and the dream
They are honest, stubborn, incorruptible
their Universe is equal to the Soul
And if I ask - how did you live?
They will answer - it does not seem in vain!
Such are the only roads for me...