(Куплет также можно играть только на и ) The sun is rising My shadow is getting shorter I'm chasing the horizon Trying to cross that border. Been to all the time zones From the Poles to the tropics I'm chasing the horizon Feeling so myopic. Twenty five thousand miles multiplied several times That's the length of my way full of precipices and heights, Falls and climbs, Good signs, strange harbingers and bad prophets My footprints cover the planet From the Poles to the tropics. I keep on wandering like Ahasuerus My trip is hazardous. The sun is rising again like Saint Lazarus And as it's rising My shadow is getting shorter I'm chasing the horizon Trying to cross that border... ... but the faster I try to run The farther away it gets. Forgot where the start was. Can't see where I'm going. This work will never be done And it makes no other sense. The start and the finish Are two sides of the same coin. The sun is dying The dark is getting stronger I'm chasing the horizon Trying to cross that border Realistic imagination Spiritually captivated Lost in your creation My existence uncomplicated The universe is aligned, purposefully designed Guiding me through the nights. The great unknown to the great divide I realize. They've lied! The sign is illuminated. Finding significance Again spiritually captivated Even if they say I've imagined this Then who can fathom this? I've been to the end of the world and back again So I'll keep trying When the dark is getting stronger To capture the horizon Even if I never cross that border