Текст песни Nautilus Pompilius - Чужая земля

When I wake up,
again will one
under gray skies province.
Even light up lights,
like a puddle eyes
like stones in water
all stars are extinguished,
lie on the muddy bottom.

This night, this night
thick plush curtains,
terrible iron fences.
I see only myself,
everywhere I meet your gaze.

Farewell to a foreign land!
But we can no longer here,
we have become easier to fog,
we have become purer rain.
Once again, we come back here,
but who can tell us when ...
Farewell to a foreign land, good-bye.

Perhaps we have descended from heaven
or not born again.
What a bitter memory - the memory of
about what will happen next.
But the tire are whispering in the night
comforting nonsense.
I hear the cry in the dark -
perhaps this signal.

Farewell to a foreign land!
But we can no longer here,
we have become easier to fog,
we have become purer rain.
Once again, we come back here,
but who are we to say then:
"Farewell to a foreign land, good-bye!"?