Текст песни Интервал - Родные места

Native places

Leaving home again
I hit the road into the void
I'm not angry, I'm not crying. Not finding a place for myself
Penetrating into the very essence, to nature ...

We don't understand the format
Of our everyday celebrations
Our frigate is salted
On the shore a sandy gesture
By hand, which means
"Come here soon.
Here the morning gloom
Disappeared forever ... "

Komon, people, we've been waiting here for so long
Someone, well, at least someone ...
Leaving home again
Come to us, may the path be sweet ...
Comon ...

On a distant island
In the Pacific Ocean
Riding a dream, glimpse
By touching the eye
Fall from the sky
Stars with snow
It seems that it will fall
With you next ...

Komon, people, we've been waiting here for so long
Someone, well, at least someone ...
Leaving home again
Come to us, may the path be sweet ...
Comon ...
Comon ...