Текст песни Евгений Клюев - Мне отсюда не видно как там.

I can’t see how it is from here.
I can’t hear from here how it is.
I'm running from here as I can
every day, but I just can’t.

There is air and smoke in my fist.
In my fist is a little house
where the two of us could heal
Yes, what is there - we will not heal.

That country, that big country
where am I worth a penny or less
far away from me like the moon.
Like the moon, where the same price is for me