Everyone asking me, 'But when are you coming back?'
I'm in front of their eyes, but they act blind
I throw the token down, go beyond the edges
I splash outside the perimeters of bumper cars
The returns are as disappointing as the former lovers
Ithaca is just a crowd of swimmers
There's no returning the old me in the speakers
I don't realize the desires I had when I was twenty
God of memories, absorb light, chlorofeeling
Invade my days, colonize them
But you're as partial as autobiographies
And parents' opinions about their children
Peaceful as a youth, but I won't go back there
I read Popeye in the years of lead
And it seems too stupid to go around it
I have a 'I'm back doubtful' sign in my shop
Because the only return that makes sense
That's in territories I've never been to
The only return that makes sense
It's the one in territories where I've never been-
Everyone asking me, 'But when are you coming back?'
I'm in front of their eyes, but they act blind
I throw the token down, go beyond the edges
I splash outside the perimeters of bumper cars
By taking steps backwards, we touch the gallows
Until the Duce who said, 'There's no going back'
Until the next war, which is a next war
Until I return to Vietnam, return to Hiroshima
Until the divorce, the vote for women
Until the disease is cured, with the decoction and the leaves
The age of the club and the ignorant is back
They make me nauseous, like the hairpin bends
Prodigal sons return, prodigals
To start fires, yes, Prodigy
I look where I point my index finger, I don't look at my thumbs
Cords like ribbons, resolutions like scissors
Above I was left with a slice of sky
I park my Passat in a dead end
Every new album of mine, Chekhov's swan song
After that I disappear, back to my corner, little gecko
Everyone asking me, 'But when are you coming back?'
I'm in front of their eyes, but they act blind
I throw the token down, go beyond the edges
I splash outside the perimeters of bumper cars
D'n'B, heavy metal, swing is coming back
What lacks appeal is the novelty
Fascism is returning and it's World War Three
Let's prepare the Hotchkiss and machine guns
The crisis is returning, it's just a stone's throw from here
We are already going from Wall Street to Caritas
At the cinema they show a film, which is a remake of a film
Which is the remake of a film from thirty years ago