Going Back

As the sun is leaving town,
People run to their home and hide.
Just girls and boys follow us,
Into the deeps of the wildest night.
Going back, we are going back
Profaned places full of grass,
Full of lights and full of bars,
Where we drink until we die
Going back, we are going back
Please don’t worry, I’m coming now
Going home on a winged cat,
Having sex with the moon’s blind side.
Stop the flight,
Please, stop it now.
I’d prefer to touch the ground.
Sky’s showing me his angry mouth.
Mice are running through the highest clouds,
While hundred meters downwards to the ground,
People’s dying in an awful war.
Let me here,
Let me stand alone.
Going back, we are going back
Profaned places full of grass,
Full of lights and full of bars,
Where we drink until we die.

LeN!N