Have you healed the tumor Of the offensive defeat? When the luck showed you its back, Forced you to your knees. Now you’ve no chance for mistakes Or they’ll eat you up With a fire torch in your hand Up to golden stars
You are supposed to be the first You take a breath to start your way So that you could not be removed From the eternity - Olympic history Pushing the walls on, on and on Pushing the walls on, on and on Crashing the walls on, on and on Crushing the walls on, on and on
Have you lost the passion? Oh no, you’ve got that a lot You’re still at that age to think That you can change the world Now you’ve no place to escape And there’s no wish to With a fire torch in your hand You just must get through
You are supposed to be the first You take a breath to start your way So that you could not be removed From the eternity - Olympic history Pushing the walls on, on and on Pushing the walls on, on and on Crashing the walls on, on and on Crushing the walls on, on and on