Текст песни Наутилус Помпилиус - Чужая земля

Foreign Land
(V.Butusov - I.Kormiltsev)

When I wake up - I will be one again
Under gray skies province.
Already the lights light up like a puddle - eyes
Like a drop of water - all dead star

Lie, lie on the muddy bottom.
This night, this night

Thick plush curtains,
Scary iron fence.
I see only myself,
Everywhere I meet his gaze.

Farewell to a foreign land,
But we can not be here anymore.
We have become easier to fog
We have become purer rain.
Once again, we come back here,
But who will tell us if:
& quot; A Farewell to a foreign land,
Goodbye! & Quot;

Perhaps we have descended from heaven
Or are not born again.
What a bitter memory - the memory of
That will be then.

But tire whisper in the night
Comforting nonsense.
I hear the cry in the dark,
Perhaps this is a signal.

Farewell to a foreign land,
But we can not be here anymore.
We have become easier to fog
We have become purer rain.
Once again, we come back here,
But who will tell us if:
& quot; A Farewell to a foreign land,
Goodbye! & Quot;