Текст песни А. Лукьянцова - Домой

The sky drops the stars of nonsense,
The wind chases thoughts around
Not crying the soul, the heart is silent
Surely know, who is the enemy, and who

Only skies will pay
Tears rhoney, it's easier
Do not joy in my eyes
Run gradually and the wind towards

Home home
Rolling, without reaching, on the way
I come back home again
Home home
Relatives of these walls not to find
I come back home again

And I come home again in a dream,
Leaving everything in the past, there, my tomorrow
I would run on cold earth
home, breathe oxygen for breakfast

Chase will pay
Tears rhoney, it's easier
Do not joy in my eyes
Run gradually and the wind towards

Home home
Rolling, without reaching, on the way
I come back home again
Home home
Relatives of these walls not to find
I come back home again