Мы снова на родине, мы снова никто

The point of departure and return - is our house made ​​of cardboard . We are back at home , we have one again , heir to the throne shattered dreams . Our country has become a sellout of its forests and rivers , its men and women . Here, everyone is looking for his fire , but we are blind and all polzёm groping in the dark in the hope of getting burned . And the one who dispels the darkness , able to help others.