Big White Door [Russian translation]

Looks like I'm flying

But I'm crawling slowly

I learn the way to swim

Is just to let it go

Don't expect nothing

Don't smile or grieve no more

Except maybe a little more pain

And a little more closely

To the big white door

First time I saw it

My fear ran wild

Screaming like a drowing man

Crying like a child

But each time I looked out

It was a little closer than before

Of that big white door

Now I'm gliding on the fast flow

Now I'm falling through the air

Seems like everything is moving slowly

Now I find I don't seem to care

A little closer

A little darker

'Til there's nothing else more

Just the universe in shadow

Of the big, the big white door

Of the big white door

• Artist:Chris Rea
• Album:Blue Guitars - Album 9 - Celtic & Irish Blues