Текст песни Desperate Choice - Дорога длиною в сотни тысяч миль

we all have something to remember
the rain of the last leaves of poisoned trees
destroying everything , we can only
lay wreaths at the graves dug by us

breathing fire of hatred
stored for so long
turn to ashes
all that was once expensive

every day to be among the mannequins, coming down from the windows
in whose eyes only emptiness
and in their eyes, only emptiness

this road length in the hundreds of thousands of miles
I go home like an old dog
that runs from the gentle hands and loving eyes
to die away from home
away from home