Текст песни Джей Фост - Все дороги ведут домой

We walk along the pavement,
And I, as if Leo Tolstoy,
I tell you
their sad ones
endlessly
Poems-History
As if about the sea
but a little about separation,
certainly.
And our hands
fingers are connected
And so much to you
Not yet told
What I would like
tell,
And play
With your imagination
to irritation
nerves tips.
After all, I'm the first
So crazy
And maybe
A little beautiful?
And right now we are alive
And tint in the evening
on the pavement,
All roads
with which
We will be brought home.