Текст песни БГ - Возвращение домой

They walked for so long,
What is not know where;
And there was ice in his hands,
And in her hands - water;
And if he did not laugh,
She would have thought he was dumb,
But he said to her: "It will be nice,
When we get home. "

My sister, you're an altruist,
You do not sparest candles.
And you want to know my language,
But he's mine and nobody's more.
And we need to have so few words,
And winter is almost behind.
But you know, sister, how it would be nice,
When we get home!

I flew on wings of silver -
Oh, I had a great aesthetic!
And on the side of the glass
I was looking for something with this no.
And my body is requested love
And it was my prison;
Everything remains exactly the same,
But I know that I
Coming home.