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Genius English Translations - N 2 Opa Bobpaatr Aoo Time To Go Home Ft Oxxxymiron English Translation Lyrics

[Verse 1: Би-2]
Stale rye bread breaks a dull knife
Eyes staring into the blurred horizon
Silent rain is dripping right from the ceiling
A running line has stumbled onto the biding

[Chorus: Би-2
The cities are burning with unfamiliar love
The winding road has twisted into a loop
When all the roads lead nowhere
The time to go home has come

[Verse 2: Би-2]
A noisy crowd has filled the platform
And the boy behind the window keeps waving at me
Each fate is tied to me
And in the living memory is a long demolished home

[Chorus: Би-2]
The cities are burning with unfamiliar love
The winding road has twisted into a loop
When all the roads lead nowhere
The time to go home has come

[Verse 3: Oxxxymiron]
One flying to his death will hardly be saved by
Cypresses, palm trees, azure, a tan is no armor
They call муссон a monsoon here, the views are a dream
But how to cover up the longing for the place where we’re not?
It’s not comfortable here but it’s not Lefortovo
But you’re stubbornly waiting for a teleport home to get a kick
By the old formula, back to the sweet home with no ordnung
You’ve seen everything here: Dortmund mines, Cornwell cliffs
Packs of morlocks from the slums of early Orwell books
The world in the wanderer’s palm, while the ties with
Point A are broken, but like a lump in the throat
Part-time as a doorman, a glass of vodka with Cinzano
Fuck it, what to do if it’s heart over the mind
And that’s it – tired of being a stepson amidst the natives?
Heaven’s behind us, but, alas, if we’re kamikaze
Ahead is the world of gas chambers, Vlasov armies
Mass executions, but we’re still pulled back
Wait, it’s getting shaky, we’re entering our native antispace
What, say “Stop”? Stay and write into a desk?
Scared shitless of dying here like an emigrant stock of words
Without a recharge of real live speech
You thought you’ll survive without but the distance
Can’t be reduced. You thought it’ll pass, distance will heal it
But you tongue didn’t become Germanized even a gram, Quo vadis?
What, Icarus, putting your hands to the head
Behind you – cockroach races, Paris, Istanbul
300 grams of cognac, the plane’s getting higher, and suddenly
Made a loop, a point above the cape – go for it, friend
And down there
[Chorus: Би-2]
The cities are burning with unfamiliar love
The winding road has twisted into a loop
When all the roads lead nowhere
It’s time to go home has come
The cities are burning with unfamiliar love
The winding road has twisted into a loop
When all the roads lead nowhere
It’s time to go home has come