Текст песни Fata Morgana - Домой

Perhaps as needed
In order not to stand still somewhere
Where there is no sense at all to expect something from above
Above is just a breeze
Or, snow and clouds of small or ???
Through the two-year nightmare

With me,
All that my - that with me.
Home,
The eternal word - home.
With me,
All that my - that with me.
Home,
A warm word - home.

The leaves fall to the ground,
Each sheet - as a fallen angel,
Only angels forever,
Well, and the leaves - just rubbish,
Rustling underfoot
She whispers in my ear timidly,
That there is time to go back,
Where are always warm and dry

People, rails and carriages flicker before his eyes,
Voices like chimes demolish silence station.
Maybe it should be,
In order not to stand still somewhere
Where there is no sense at all to expect something from above