The Waxies - The Way Back Home

Текст с Bandcamp’а: “As the sun set west of Leningrad I followed it by train And passed the bottle with some new friends As the Russian daylight waned Then passed out to the steady Rumbling swaying on the tracks I’d spent the last of my rubles There was no turning back The next day I awoke When the sunlight pierced my head With little memory of the night I barely noticed creeping dread But it hit me in the chest When I saw how far we’d come I missed my stop Behind the Iron Curtain I was trapped I don’t know the way back home I don’t know the way back home I don’t know the way back home I don’t know the way back home I can’t find my way ’round here I don’t know the way back home I can’t find my way ’round here I can’t find my way ’round here So I wander Russian streets With nothing to my name Only minarets and obelisks To guide me by day When you’re alone Don’t know the way back home What’s left inside What’s left inside What’s left inside After three long months of wandering I let my life slip from my hands And lay sprawled across death’s doorstep When there came a caravan They were people rich in company And joy not bound by wealth So they pulled me out of darkness And nursed me back to health Three months became three years Became three proud scars on my face By the sawing of the fiddle I drink and dance my nights away My new family has everything That I could ever need Tovarisch they call me I am the Gypsy King I don’t wanna go back home I don’t wanna go back home I don’t wanna go back home I don’t wanna go back home Party with the gypsies all night long I don’t wanna go back home Party with the gypsies all night long Party with the gypsies all night long So I wander Russian streets With nothing to my name Only minarets and obelisks To guide me by day When you’re alone Don’t the way back home What’s left inside What’s left inside What’s left inside from Wasted Saints, released March 15, 2012 M. Prokopchuk, C. Bardallis & The Waxies“