Текст песни ODZ - Дорога до дома

City
Mist and blood
Without soil and shelter
Sleeping in it
Island
freedom Painting
For us, no rocks,
I became a night and day
mythology
Hiding in the closet,
In the breast pocket
With wired key
Morning
the smell of coffee
Held to Calvary
Your world over shoulder

You're probably a hundred times it held and did not notice how was the way one
The road to the house (x4)

Wind
For all he is responsible
They are gods and devils play foxtrot
Walls
imperishable Lids
Island hide
In your old notebook
Sea
Forgotten pool
And a hearty dinner
Waiting for new guests
City
Do not place the poets
Princess for coaches
Just remember about it

You're probably a hundred times it held and did not notice how was the way one
The road to the house (x4)