Текст песни Дорогой Дневник - На Расстоянии Вытянутой Руки

Please take the promises
That you will never come back.
Other people's cities shine brighter than gold,
But they won't replace the house.

Wait for me.

You will find me
At the bottom of the backpack.
Saved from fire
The last day of childhood.

And even through millions of days
I hear you call me.
The words "home", "family", "friends"
Wish me a fair wind.

wait for me

You will find me
At the bottom of the backpack.
Rescued from fire
The last day of childhood.

When my path comes to an end
There will be little room here.
The wind will sing this song
We are waiting for you, come home.
I'm not sure, but still.