Milan Nalimov - Burn Campfire

Oh, the dusty road leads through the years.
The wind always whispers secrets in my ears.
The horses race, the dust flies in a ring.
My life is a campfire under the starry sky.
Life is like a song. Now bitter, now so sweet.
Fate draws the path with no draft to repeat.
Burn, campfire, warm my soul tonight.
There's no road closer, no road more right.
Oh, oh,
oh.
There were highs,
and there were falls.