The road is long
that leads to nowhere
borrowed passport,
little desire to talk.
It is hard to go up the slopes
and down the slopes
cross the murky currents
that no one wants to cross.
But we have to get there, we have to get there
we have to get to the end of the world
to the promised paradise.
There is You have to reach the horizon
where the senses are lost
eat the fruit from the hidden tree.
And you have to reach the horizon
where the senses are lost
eat the fruit of the forbidden tree.
We have to get there, we have to get there
we have to get to the end of the world
to the promised paradise
“We have to get there, we have to get there
there to reach the end of the world
to the promised paradise”
We have to get there, we have to get there
beyond the mountains
to the promised paradise
Let your step continue
beyond the mountains…