Текст песни Юрий Наумов и Проходной Двор - Возвращение блудного сына

Mum!
I'm here
I'm at home again
But
How long is long
Lord!
How is all this long!
Mum!
I'm here...
Mum! Where is God?
We were looking for in heavenly covers
But there is only pain
Mum! There are so much blood
Mum! I'm here,
But, besides you,
No one will open me
Mum! I understood:
Earth - just a place under the sun
But
There is no more juice
Mum!
So many salt in it
Mum!
I'm here,
But do you hear my solo? ..
Mum! Irrevocable -
All that was able to, all trampled
And your son, like a stubborn ram, knocks on the gate,
The keys from which he has been selected for him
Mum!
I'm here,
What would you like there!
Mum! I'm here,
Where else can I take for forces?
Return of the prodigal son
Return of the prodigal son
Mum! I am here, I'm here! ...
And in me there is no shame for the evening burned
How there is no shame for the faith's stitched bullets,
How there is no shame for this Living Eternity ...
Everything is over,
As of course
All but escape
In the footsteps of the outgoing summer
Bega
In the Ladas of the outgoing blues ...
Again nerves,
And again as the plenty,
And once again veins,
And again as open gateways ...
Mum!
I'm here
I'm at home again
But
How long is long
Lord!
How is all this long!
Mum!
I'm here...
I am again at home!