Текст песни LABODA - Пора домой

Flying days, flying weeks
You let me go until I burned down
And till morning we can not sleep
What will happen next is not the point
Do not call, have matured for a long time
You keep these parallels in memory
And we will not remember later
How we flew, flew together
How sincerely loved, sparks became with you
Stay, my boy.

And I must go home.
How sweet was your voice
Time to go home
Take me, the driver is dumb
Time to go home
What a pity that you are not mine today.
I must go home
Drive me, my golden

Flying days, flying weeks
Stop me before it burned down.
And without problems you can breathe
Towards the wind we keep the way
So sincerely loved, sparks became with you
Get ready, my boy.

And I must go home.
How sweet was your voice
Time to go home
Take me, the driver is dumb
Time to go home
What a pity that you are not mine today.
I must go home
Drive me, my golden

Time to go home

Home

Home

And I must go home.

And I must go home.
How sweet was your voice
Time to go home
Take me, the driver is dumb
Time to go home
What a pity that you are not mine today.
I must go home
Drive me, my golden