Текст песни Андрей Широглазов - Я возвращаюсь домой

Through a stump, a bump, a well
I am in a hurry to my homeland.
And I ask the pilot driver:
"Drive, crying three counters!"
Two braids, a mole on the cheek
Warm the heart of Boeing.
Stewardess, give me vodka, -
I am going back home

France winds under the wing -
Alien substance.
No need for someone else's brew,
Hey, driver, let's play it!
Past Hamburg and Sopot,
They all go to waste.
Dumping the burden of someone else's experience
I am going back home

I've walked in strange ways
I drank coffee with croissants
I shook my sweaty palms
And now - come on, stray!
Oh you, my Russia, unhurried,
Our mother is inconsolable
Accept the son of a sinner, -
I am going back home