Текст песни Би-2 - Пора возращаться домой

Black stale bread
Dull breaks the knife
Eyes set
Into a blurry horizon
Straight from the ceiling
It rains silently
Ticker
Rested into binding

With someone else's love
Cities are burning
Winding path
Tightened in a noose
When all the roads
Leads to nowhere
The time has come
Go back home

Noisy crowd
Filled the platform
And the boy behind the glass
Everybody waves at me
Every destiny
Tied up with me
And in the memory alive
Long demolished house

With someone else's love
Cities are burning
Winding path
Tightened in a noose
When all the roads
Leads to nowhere
The time has come
Go back home