Дорога [Doroga] [English translation]

Rushing by a long road, not much for us left,

With a tailwind, we're waiting for a bright light.

Light in the end of a tunnel, attracts our purposes.

And if there's no a barrier, we don't wait for award anymore.

Starry sunny, skies are so clear,

Shining a way for us from height.

Is luckiness waiting for us, misson is great.

With you we can everything, help us, God...

To be the first, always the most noticeable.

Life had learned so, hadn't asked others,

Bumped us purposes and way to our aim.

Now irrevocably, we're still rushing somewhere.