Текст песни Дрон Самсонов - Домой

Once late shoot on the go,
Once it is late to look for the guilty,
Hearing a shot, I'll live again,
I will sell all the books and burn flags.
And the land is native in the distance,
Fragments of the coolel in the boo
Fragments cut legs and veins,
I am going back home!
I come back and see the walls,
Other people's, cold, naked walls,
Chopped legs ...
Leave traces.
And the land is native in the distance,
Fragments of the head in my leg
Blood runs from these wounds,
But I come back home.
And traces on the floor give me
And I will issue traces on the floor,
I scream very loudly: "Save me!"
I shouted also descended on the go.
And the land is native in the distance,
A lot of blood in the boot
I'm getting closer and closer to the household house
And ... I will come back soon