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- «Back Home»
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It’s just my imagination –
Very strange interpretation –
Train is carrying me like on a wing
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Now it is not far from my home
Feeling gladness from the morning,
Reading letters, waiting for home-coming.
O! Back home! O! Back home!
Feel stroking me like I’m little girl waiting for wonders, so
‘cause I’m finally be found at home and stain in my room again.
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Joy – it’s only my pretending,
When I touch warm fireplace mantling,
Clouse my eyes and fly up to the sky…
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I recal home-smell and lightness,
Native garden, summer brightness
I miss intimates and old-hat gays.
O! Back home! O! Back home!
Feel stroking me like I’m little girl waiting for wonders, so
‘cause I’m finally be found at home and stain in my room again.