Song: Time to go home

What if the victory of the heart over the mind?
And all the tired among the natives to be stepson!
Behind heaven, but time, alas, we kamikaze - ahead
A world of gas chambers, armies Vlasov, mass executions, but
Still pulls back, wait,
Shakes, are native antiprotest.
That, to say "Stop"? To stay, to write to the table?
Piss that I would die here, as the emigrant vocabulary?
Without makeup live real speech.
Did you think I could survive without it, but the distance is nothing
Be reduced. Thought - pass, all - nothing, distance cure, but
The tongue did not become a single gram Germanized! Quo Vadis?