It s time to head home

Inspired by the song of Oxxxymiron and group 'Bi-2'
'Pora vozvrashat'sya domoi'


Black, stale bread is split with a blunt old knife,
My eyes are fixed on a blurry line of sky.
Rain falls silent straight from the ceiling high,
A scrolling headline ends where a book is tied.

Strangers' love sets the cities on fire,
The twisted path is tightening like a wire.
When every road leads to nowhere at all,
It's time to head home, hear the final call.

The platform is crowded with a restless swarm,
And a boy behind the glass waves a tiny arm.
Every fate is somehow tangled in mine,
And the house torn down still lives in my mind.

Strangers' love sets the cities on fire,
The twisted path is tightening like a wire.
When every road leads to nowhere at all,
It's time to head home, hear the final call.

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You can listen to the song via the link:
https://disk.yandex.ru/d/HjesZo_ATh0i5g