Текст песни Ермен Анти - По дороге домой

Go outside only on holidays
For no particular reason, for no particular vile.
Smile to all those who look after you.
Feeling tired of the past years
I walk over corpses, over burnt dreams
Through empty corridors and other places
Rational ghetto

On the way home ...

Let the cities burn in the inevitable fire.
Let those who are on the needle get high
You won't have to pity them, you will have to trample them.
Tear to pieces, and then pay back
Thanks to all those who are carried away into the distance,
Leaving others emptiness and sorrow
Like a defeat of faith ...

On the way home ...

Slow down at the beginning, break off at the end
Or take it to be on that line.
Where masks are torn and bodies are torn.
Where spring gushes instead of this dirty trick.
Life rushes like a river, the battle continues
And it doesn't matter what happens to you or me
The moment we wake up

On the way home ...