The road home

Художественный перевод песни "Дорга домой" совместно с американцем Сэмом.

The road home.


One thing by one, and each by each,
Fate came undone — a sailor's knot on a beach.
She scattered truth on every side,
And beat the drum until it died.

Fate laughed, sat down, and had her fun —
My head turned grey, my work's begun.
A bundle on a stick behind,
They led me to the threshold — then to the blind.

A tablecloth unrolled — the road, the way.
Forget your worries — just betray.
Turn from them all with a crooked grin,
A knocked-out tooth hangs from your skin.

But when you reach the house — the door is sealed.
You beat the threshold — lesson learned, revealed.
I'll carry the bundle on a stick once more
And build a house... In my own forest floor.

Chorus:
The city stands, but the houses fell.
The people of the city never knew it well.
A dirty dream crept through from deep inside.
I woke at dawn — a forest stood outside.

The city stands, but the houses fell.
The people of the city never knew it well.
A dirty dream crept through from deep inside.
I woke at dawn — a forest stood outside.

One thing by one, and each by each,
Trouble arrived — an open mouth to preach.
It whispered low — it's time to run,
Then screamed like a saw — drop everything, son.

The guts got mixed, all torn apart,
The windows flung open to sin and art.
The city turned out cheap and small,
The wind whistles out of your ears through it all.

A whip to the road — the net is woven tight.
I had to howl, though silence felt more right.
Like a wounded bear, a cry from the jaw,
Time shuts the years into a single flaw.

But when you reach the house — a lock on the door.
You beat the threshold — you've learned the score.
I'll carry the bundle on a stick once more
And build a house... In my own forest floor.

Chorus:
The city stands, but the houses fell.
The people of the city never knew it well.
A dirty dream crept through from deep inside.
I woke at dawn — a forest stood outside.

The city stands, but the houses fell.
The people of the city never knew it well.
A dirty dream crept through from deep inside.
I woke at dawn — a forest stood outside.

The city fell — but the houses rose.
With grey shadows they took the air and closed.
The people of the city watch from the skies,
As the forest grows through trunks and never dies.