Текст песни Муха - Get back home

Chorus:
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We are waiting.
Bm
Time to get back home

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Left on Sunday, didn’t wait until she woke up,
Bm
And in a note she sketched, they say, "I promise to return at seven."
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And flying off the asphalt path to the May cloud,
B
Tore off all the clasps to breathe better ...
E
People were laughing at me from below - funny midges,
B
I waved it off with my hand: after all, I have wings, and they only have legs.
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She straightened her shoulders proudly, and it seemed that she would always be so.
B
They called home every night, but what kind of house is it when the whole world is on a dish ...

Chorus: We are waiting
Time to get back home

I fluttered over the cities, pretending to be a gray shadow,
Collected origami from fallen leaves and plexuses.
But once the winter-old woman piled on, changing the record
And the face was scratched with prickly fluff snowfields ...

Awkwardly landed, burning on ice.
The wings lowered quietly, unfastened - and under the arm.
I wandered to my home to wait another six months for spring,
After all, for no millions you can buy flying weather!

Chorus: We are waiting
Time to get back home>