Текст песни Бумбокс - понимаеш ето странно...

You see, this is strange, very strange ...
But I'm such a complete eccentric:
I'm chasing fog, fog
And I cannot cope with myself in any way.

People are sent by works
People go for money
They run away from worries and from longing ...
And I'm driving, and I'm driving behind the fog,
Behind the fog and the smell of taiga ...

Let it be full of me
Suitcases in hand, suitcases
Memory, sadness, unpaid debts ...
And I'm driving, and I'm driving behind the fog,
Behind the fog, behind dreams and behind the smell of taiga ...