I m Going Home

Юрий Розвадовский
       I'm going home from distant hills
       To kindness and to milk and honey.
       My fire-place is burning funny,
       My plates are filling with the meals.

       I have to do a lot of things -
       Make both ends meet with you together,
       While I won't swept by stormy weather,
       While I won't eaten by the beasts.
       
       Chorus:
       I'm going, going home,
       Where's coming up the ray.
       I'm going, going home
       And there's no any way.



       The fog has hung above the way,
       But I should go to earn more money.
       I haven't seen the plates and honey,
       Where I have been so far away.

       But I will pass through fog and storm,
       And I will break my bad behaviour.
       When you will help me, ah, my Saviour,
       I'm going home, I'm going home!..

       Chorus.


© Copyright: Юрий Розвадовский, 2008
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