Завтра с рассветом уезжаю. Прочь, прочь, прочь от этого города.
You could walk a hundred thousand miles and never find a home
You always knew someday you'd have to strike out on your own
You look up at the clouds and you can see which way the wind is blowing
Due South... that's the way I'm going
Saddle up my travelling shoes, I'm bound to walk away these blues
Due South.......