[Intro]
Feet are stomping on the snow left from the year prior
Between concrete and metal there is still a fire
On the road between the cities the fire above beckons
We flew out of the nests, leaving our mothers

[Verse 1]
We strive for the meaning, aspire
There are peaks and unspoilt lands ahead, metropolises and villages everywhere
We pass through them in the air and on the ground. We need some experience
Back hidden in a backpack
The intention is to get all the treasure from the bottom. It unites us
More faith and thirst. We throw it onto the scales
More plans for the years: who to be with and who to become
Just to see this world is to connect with it is my aim
I see young people so often, they are all the same
We miss the home, the soul is wounded by a snowstorm
But the immense goal is being seized to conform

[Chorus]
Feet are stomping on the snow left from the year prior
Between concrete and metal there is still a fire
On the road between the cities the fire above beckons
We flew out of the nests, leaving our mothers
Feet are stomping on the snow left from the year prior
Between concrete and metal there is still a fire
On the road between the cities the fire above beckons
We flew out of the nests, leaving our mothers
[Verse 2]
And what lies ahead?
A tearful cheek or a bull getting high there?
And maybe the cat is out of the bag, and maybe Abel is there, or Cain?
Is there a handful of earth in there, or a pin pulled out?
Don’t go to the fortune-teller, and the coffee that is silent at the bottom
Steam comes out of the mouth, but someone has smoke field and someone's gauze is like his shield
Someone already has nothing but a handful of wind
Someone says goodbye today to start tomorrow day spinned
Color dreams we take paints from them
We are looking for novelty, someone is up, someone is down
I see good luck with a long tail, the emotional fasting it’s going to nail
Today's recession and tomorrow's rise to live in this game
And break the rules of systems dated
Drink tons of grief and get frustrated
Have a friend, have a will, have everything, have luck
Time goes by, we are going away not get stuck

[Chorus]
Feet are stomping on the snow left from the year prior
Between concrete and metal there is still a fire
On the road between the cities the fire above beckons
We flew out of the nests, leaving our mothers
Feet are stomping on the snow left from the year prior
Between concrete and metal there is still a fire
On the road between the cities the fire above beckons
We flew out of the nests, leaving our mothers