Verse 1

Plywood on the shopfront, glass scattered by the curb

My tired shoes are thinning with each block that I have crossed

Hey, these walls are painted in a dozen careless shades

The painter's leaning sideways, humming tunes he can't quite place

Chorus

Я лечу всё выше, я бегу свободно

Пока рассвет не тронул край земли

Я лечу всё выше, стало так спокойно

Мне больше не нужны чужие тайны

Verse 2

A paper cup rolls circles where the bus used to arrive

I shake the dust from both my sleeves and feel my pulse come back alive

That crooked little doorway used to keep me standing still

Now I cross the painted threshold just because I know I will

Chorus

Я лечу всё выше, я бегу свободно