Текст песни
Where the morning stars could rise.
Where the open sky is wide,
And the air feels warm and light, carrying me home tonight,
Where my heart can finally rest.
Where the rhythm feels right, beating softly in my chest.
Quiet roads, open land.
Nothing written, nothing planned.
Every step begins to show where my wandering heart should go.
I was running far too long, trying hard to stay strong.
Now the ground beneath my feet feels familiar,
Calm and deep.
Every step draws me near to the sound I used to hear,
Something deep inside turning like a tide,
Where the open sky is wide,
And the air feels warm and light, carrying me home tonight,
Where my heart can finally rest.
Where the rhythm feels right, beating softly in my chest.
Quiet roads, open land.
Nothing written, nothing planned.
Every step begins to show where my wandering heart should go.
I was running far too long, trying hard to stay strong.
Now the ground beneath my feet feels familiar,
Calm and deep.
Every step draws me near to the sound I used to hear,
Something deep inside turning like a tide,