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«Íåèçâåñòíûé Ãåíèé»
Hey, navigator!
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Verse 1
Concrete and wires, a billboard’s cold stare,
Asphalt hisses, bitumen fumes everywhere.
This is your place, this is your road, they say,
But I’m choking here — I can’t breathe another day.
[Chorus]
Hey! Give me a sign, show me the way,
Where the water’s clear, not this dirty grey.
I’m tangled in these walls, like a bird in the wires,
My soul is screaming: “It’s time to break free!”
Hey, navigator — where’s the road to freedom?
I’ll walk it for sure, even if the world’s against me!
Verse 2
Books whisper softly: “Just wait, it’ll come,”
Or: “We lost paradise right around the corner, son.”
Someone’s shouting: “It’s all good, it’s all fine,”
But my heart won’t buy this parade of lies.
[Chorus]
Hey! Give me a sign, show me the way,
Where the sky is blue, where I can finally breathe.
I’m a fly in the web of concrete and glass,
My soul is screaming: “It’s time to break free!”
Hey, navigator — where’s the road to freedom?
I’ll walk it for sure, even if the world’s against me!
Verse 3
Friends look at me sadly: “What’s going on, man?”
I see the same sunset fading in their eyes again.
They hide their sorrow behind smiles and jokes,
But they want the same thing — to run with the wind, to break loose.
[Chorus]
Hey! Give me a sign, show me the way,
Someplace where no one will ever betray.
I’m lost among the people in this city of glass,
My soul is screaming: “It’s time to break free!”
Hey, navigator — where’s the road to freedom?
I’ll walk it for sure, even if the world’s against me!
[Spoken word]
Out there, the wind will hold me close and tight,
Out there they live without fear — like children in the light.
I’m walking, I’m searching, I’m holding on to hope,
Freedom’s waiting… maybe just beyond this door.
[Outro]
Hey, navigator — where’s the road to freedom?
I’ll walk it for sure, even if the world’s against me!
I’ll walk it for sure, even if the world’s against me.
Concrete and wires, a billboard’s cold stare,
Asphalt hisses, bitumen fumes everywhere.
This is your place, this is your road, they say,
But I’m choking here — I can’t breathe another day.
[Chorus]
Hey! Give me a sign, show me the way,
Where the water’s clear, not this dirty grey.
I’m tangled in these walls, like a bird in the wires,
My soul is screaming: “It’s time to break free!”
Hey, navigator — where’s the road to freedom?
I’ll walk it for sure, even if the world’s against me!
Verse 2
Books whisper softly: “Just wait, it’ll come,”
Or: “We lost paradise right around the corner, son.”
Someone’s shouting: “It’s all good, it’s all fine,”
But my heart won’t buy this parade of lies.
[Chorus]
Hey! Give me a sign, show me the way,
Where the sky is blue, where I can finally breathe.
I’m a fly in the web of concrete and glass,
My soul is screaming: “It’s time to break free!”
Hey, navigator — where’s the road to freedom?
I’ll walk it for sure, even if the world’s against me!
Verse 3
Friends look at me sadly: “What’s going on, man?”
I see the same sunset fading in their eyes again.
They hide their sorrow behind smiles and jokes,
But they want the same thing — to run with the wind, to break loose.
[Chorus]
Hey! Give me a sign, show me the way,
Someplace where no one will ever betray.
I’m lost among the people in this city of glass,
My soul is screaming: “It’s time to break free!”
Hey, navigator — where’s the road to freedom?
I’ll walk it for sure, even if the world’s against me!
[Spoken word]
Out there, the wind will hold me close and tight,
Out there they live without fear — like children in the light.
I’m walking, I’m searching, I’m holding on to hope,
Freedom’s waiting… maybe just beyond this door.
[Outro]
Hey, navigator — where’s the road to freedom?
I’ll walk it for sure, even if the world’s against me!
I’ll walk it for sure, even if the world’s against me.
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