Текст песни Сплин - Далеко домой

Here-
There

Shamans beat the drum.

There-
Here

Everything will converge, there will be a nuclear mixture.
Here all the films back to front,
Here in the spring, peyote does not bloom,
Here no merry songs are singing.

Far home,
Far home ...

Yes-
No

You learn everything from the newspapers.

No-
Yes

From newspapers you will never know,
That there is no guide with me.
Up to nirvana exactly a gulp.
And I have no one to say: "Hello!"
And there is nobody to say: "Bye!"

Far home,
Far home ...

Here-
There

Shamans beat the drum ..