One, two, Komi rapablic

I'm homesick, longing for home, for my native place
, Where everyone is my own, where everything is simple,
I'll hug my mother, I'll hit her where it hurts,
But in my own way, not in someone else's,
Heaven, give me thunder, and I'll temporarily,
Into a blank sheet of paper, and into a coma
, Here, about human things, about what is familiar to everyone
who left their home
From home, homesick, homesick
From home, homesick, homesick

This point of that fracture
When volumes of memories
Ferry axioms into the head
And a lump of anger in the throat
From it and turbid, from it and languid
And the main thing is that everyone has weight
Who stands on the threshold of your home


From home, homesick, homesick

Coming to your home from afar
Wherever you come from - the road home is easy
And the house will accept its fool
You will sit down, and a hand will rest on your mother's head

Homesick, homesick
Homesick, homesick