Stasyanych’s Last Ride
She cut the lane without a single glance
Leaving no room, leaving no second chance
Stas lost the grip,
the asphalt met his side
A reckless move that ended up the ride
You flying away
on your motorcycle
Far away,
Stasyanych High above the modern cage
High above the highway
rage
She fled the scene but justice finds its way
Now cold stone walls are where she has to stay
No flashing lights can wash her guilt apart
She bears the sentence of a broken heart
Nastyuha sits beside the quiet bed
Holding his hand, remembering what he said
Her silent tears, her steady,
quiet light
Will guide his spirit back into the night
You flying away
on your motorcycle
Far away,
Stasyanych High above the modern cage
High above the highway rage
(fly away)
Ride on, Stas
(ride
on, Stas)