Текст песни Behind Leaves And Vines - Родной Дом

Bolt creaks and melt tears
As in midnight they say/cry quiet birches
Like stars early in the morning
Like my traces in your garden.
I am leaving my father's house
My soul is a long time
And as if a selfless dream will disappear in the morning.

You don't look for me anymore
I will disappear with sunrise
Like a rebel in a forest wilderness, like a partisan at a crossroads.
From now on there is no rumor in his native wilderness about this glorious poet
(And time freezes
Like the sun in the frost).
I go higher to the mountains
I go to my native Urals.
Around me, only the Sun and the endless depth of fog.
Thick spruce swaying in silence,
And here the hare ran.
The horizons of the sky were dark
And as if the sky was covered with a veil with a stranger with a stranger.

The car flies, the wheels knock
Already native Siberia outside the window is not visible,
And how many of us cannot see our native forests?
Who will lie under the rzhevo,
Bathered bullet.
Someone is not lucky near Moscow,
And someone will return to his native villages,
But he will never find his peace.

On the way to the front, the guys became friends
As if they knew each other all their lives.
Funny songs played, laughed
And there was no longing with them.
Who knew Fortune would leave?
Starts on the front, country?

He saw nightmares, storm of fire
Cities that burned like matches.
How thick armor melted in the sun,
How dying ask for water.
He saw nightmares and eyes of lost friends