Текст песни Джей Фост - Все дороги ведут домой

we walk on the pavement ,
and I would like Leo Tolstoy ,
I am telling you
their sad
infinitely
poems, stories
like a sea,
but also a little bit of separation ,
of course.
and our hands
fingers are connected ,
and as you
It is not described ,
What I would like to
tell
and play
with your imagination
to irritation
nerve ends .
because I have you first
such a mad
and may ,
little beautiful ?
and now we are alive
and drowning in the evening
on the pavement ,
all roads
with which
we will go home.