Текст песни Би-2 - Пора возвращаться домой -оксимирон

Black stale dull bread breaks a knife,
Eyes are fixed in the blurred horizon.
It rains silently from the ceiling
The running line rested against binding.

Chorus.
Cities burn with love of a stranger
The winding path was drawn in by a noose;
When all roads lead nowhere
It is time to return home.

A noisy crowd filled the platform
And the boy behind the glass waved everything to me.
Every fate is tied to me
And in memory of a living long demolished house.

Chorus (3 times)
Cities burn with love of a stranger
The winding path was drawn in by a noose;
When all roads lead nowhere
It is time to return home.