Текст песни Адаптация - По Дороге Домой

Going out only on holidays,
For no particular reason, without any particular vows.
Smile to all those who look after you
Feeling tired of years gone by.
I walk on corpses, on scorched dreams
On empty corridors and other places of a rational ghetto.

On the way home.

May cities burn in imminent fire
Let those who sit on the needle scribble.
You don’t have to feel sorry for them - you will have to trample,
Tear to pieces, and then give
According to merit to all those who are carried off into the distance,
Leaving others emptiness and sadness
Like a defeat of faith

On the way home.

Slow down at the beginning, break off at the end
Or take yourself at that turn
Where masks break and bodies break
Where spring is sweeping instead of this dirty trick
Life sweeps the river, the battle goes on
And no matter what happens to you or me
The moment we wake up

On the way home.