Привычка сбегать из дома [Privychka sbegatʹ iz doma] [English translation]

It's 3 a.m. and you're on your way

And it doesn't matter where to go

It's a short road to railway station

"Where do you want a ticket to?"

"Somewhere"

She packed up while he was sleeping

Probably he wasn't sleeping, but he was keeping quit

He is already tired of bringing you back

Probably it's too much to say for the fifth time

And everything's alright, and her friends like him

And her mother is crazy about him, and he is normal on his own

Girlfriends are envious: "What a luck"

And as luck would have it, something lures you to somewhere

Refrain:

Somewhere where no one waits and no one calls

Platforms are empty, but legs rush recklessly forward

But still it's so easy and weightless

Maybe it's just a habit - to run away from home

The family would probably say: "You're not right"

But her head is pleasantly spinning

And warmth and cosiness are not matter

And somebody new will ask: "What's your name?"

Maybe you have taken offense at somebody

Or have seen too little in this life?

Sometimes you want to stop

But still something lures you to somewhere

Refrain:

Somewhere where no one waits and no one calls

Platforms are empty, but legs rush recklessly forward

But still it's so easy and weightless

Maybe it's just a habit - to run away from home

Y'all, look, look

Not here, right there

Spring is walking on the street flooded with light

Not alone, it's three, three months of spring

One is blonde, brunette, another one is red - look

In the parks, broadways, alleys, boulevards

Young people is hanging out, mostly in pairs

Business city turns on its street lamps

And you run, run away - don't look back

Refrain:

Somewhere where no one waits and no one calls

Platforms are empty, but legs rush recklessly forward

But still it's so easy and weightless

Maybe it's just a habit - to run away from home

Somewhere where no one waits and no one calls

Platforms are empty, but legs rush recklessly forward

But still it's so easy and weightless

Maybe it's just a habit - to run away from home

Run away from home... Run away from home