Нью Йорк

The border’s burning far behind,
Night is shaking like a wire.
Under bridges, broken lines,
Two cities split by fire.
Freedom’s running full speed on,
Here it’s silence, stone and walls.
I don’t know where I get off,
But the road keeps calling on.



On the rails — go faster,
Don’t slow down.
Cities fading,
Flash around.
No rules, no places,
No way home.
Express — it’s us.
Express — the call.



Cutting through the dark, the train,
Sparks are falling down below.
I hold one dream inside my hands,
Between “don’t stop” and “let it go”.
Names of places on the cars,
States and lights are rushing by.
All I need is speed and sound,
All I need is this goodbye.



On the rails — go faster,
Don’t slow down.
Cities fading,
Flash around.
No rules, no places,
No way home.
Express — it’s us.
Express — the call.



Lights. Noise.
Twentieth century.
I’m alive.
No return for me.



On the rails — go faster,
Don’t slow down.
This is real now,
Here and now.
Through the night, through neon love,
Through the fear we’re running on.
Express — it’s us.
Express — the call.