Текст песни
Life tightens a knot, so tight around my neck
A loan, a mortgage for half a century, work’s a wreck
And people nearby seem to grow more bitter each day
The years fly away like an arrow, lost in the grey
My bones ache from drafts and the cold’s bitter sting
My lower back hurts more each morning, I feel it take wing
Each day’s like Groundhog Day, the same old thing
Work, home, the metro, football at night, no time to sing
I wish I could run barefoot once again
Across a boundless field, towards the sky’s open den
I wish I could fish with my dad in the morning sun
I wish, I wish, I wish I’d done
I wish I could whittle a slingshot, sleep by the fire’s glow
And nibble the crust of fresh bread, let the good times flow
I wish I could hear my mom call me home, real slow
“Come in!”… I wish, I wish I know
I wish, I wish, I wish I know
I’m scared to look in the mirror — a shadow’s in place of my face
My eyes have no spark, they’re so dull, almost lifeless, no trace
I gather my will, bit by bit, in a slow, patient race
Just to seem half alive at work, keep up the pace
At the hospital, I want to curse at them all
To step on someone’s corn in the bus, let my anger fall
To grumble about Putin and all the deputies tall
And pick the strongest drink for the evening, to numb it all
I wish I could run barefoot once again
Across a boundless field, towards the sky’s open den
I wish I could fish with my dad in the morning sun
I wish, I wish, I wish I’d done
I wish I could whittle a slingshot, sleep by the fire’s glow
And nibble the crust of fresh bread, let the good times flow
I wish I could hear my mom call me home, real slow
“Come in!”… I wish, I wish I know
I wish, I wish, I wish I know
The city rushes past in a wild, restless race
Crowds, cars, shop windows — a blur in this place
I feel like I once fell out of life’s steady pace
Frozen in a corner of a forgotten, beautiful space
Each day is a torture, a strange station’s call
I think I can hear the whistle of a happiness train
But where’s the ticket booth? No one’s told me at all
And the signs to the tracks? They’ve been painted away, in vain
I wish I could run barefoot once again
Across a boundless field, towards the sky’s open den
I wish I could fish with my dad in the morning sun
I wish, I wish, I wish I’d done
I wish I could whittle a slingshot, sleep by the fire’s glow
And nibble the crust of fresh bread, let the good times flow
I wish I could hear my mom call me home, real slow
“Come in!”… I wish, I wish I know
I wish, I wish, I wish I know
I wish I could run barefoot once again
Across a boundless field, towards the sky’s open den
I wish I could hear my mom call me home, real slow
“Come in!”… I wish, I wish I know
I wish, I wish, I wish I know
