Текст песни BlackBox - Бегство в детство

He did not return home from work that day
And he didn't come for morning tea.
Was put on the wanted list and within the city
Was arrested a month later.

Emaciated, torn, overgrown with a beard,
But there is a living spark in the eyes.
On the playground, surrounded by children,
He built cakes from sand.

The wind behind the windows drove the trees low,
A slow drop of water dropped from the tap.
In the nervous clinic where our hero ended up,
An experienced doctor told a young colleague:
"Flight to Childhood".

He was in good standing in his design bureau:
Knowledgeable, executive, sober.
He was kind and sympathetic in family life,
He was healthy and moderately playful.

In vain did colleagues ask a question
And the family did not know the answer
Where to look for the cause of these metamorphoses?
No answer, still no.

The wind behind the windows drove the trees low,
A slow drop fell from the tap water.
In the nervous clinic where our hero ended up,
An experienced doctor told a young colleague:
"Flight to Childhood".