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1) Punk band from Kazakhstan
2) Муха (English: "Fly;" pronounced closely to "MuHa") are a Russian punk & pop-rock band formed in Moscow in 2006 by vocalist/songwriter Alexandra Chugunova, formerly known as SashaCh, and drummer/composer Anton Yakomulskim. Guitarist Yuri Poysik contributes as well.
They released their first album, Плагиат (English: "Combinations") in 2008. It was followed by Альбом для рисования (English: "Album for Drawing"), released the following year.
Муха remains influenced by many eclectic genres, including lounge, pop-rock, and disco. These are more often heard on Плагиат, as during the recording of Альбом для рисования they turned toward a more clear rock sound, with the heavier guitar direction of Poysik.
get back home
Муха Lyrics
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Хор:
E
We are waiting.
Bm
Time to get back home
Уходила в воскресенье, не ждала, пока проснуться,
Bm
И в записке набросала, мол, "Обещаю в семь вернуться".
E
И с асфальтовой дорожки улетая к майской туче,
B
Отрывала все застежки, чтобы дышалось лучше…
E
Потешались надо мною снизу люди- смешные мошки,
B
Отмахнулась от них рукою: у меня ведь крылья, а у них всего лишь ножки.
E
Расправляла гордо плечи, и казалось всегда так будет.
B
Дома звали каждый вечер, но какой тут дом, когда весь мир на блюде…
Хор: We are waiting
Time to get back home
Я порхала над городами, притворялась серой тенью,
Собирала оригами из опавших листьев и сплетений.
Но однажды зима-старуха навалилась, сменив пластинку
И лицо колючим пухом исцарапали снежники…
Неуклюже приземлилась, обжигаясь о ледышки.
Крылья тихо опустились, отстегнула – и под мышку.
Побрела к своим до дома ожидать весны еще полгода,
Ведь ни за какие миллионы не купить летную погоду!
Хор: We are waiting
Time to get back home >
The song "Get Back Home" by Муха begins with a chorus that sets the tone for the entire song. The lyrics are about the longing to return home and the difficulties that come along the way. The first verse talks about the singer leaving on a Sunday morning without waiting for anyone to wake up. She leaves a note promising to return at seven. She takes off and removes all her clothes as she flies into the sky. She is carefree and happy to be going on an adventure. But as she flies, she is laughed at by people below who call her a mosquito. She brushes off their remarks, reminding them that she has wings, and they only have legs.
In the second verse, the singer continues to describe her journey, how she flies over cities and makes origami from leaves and twigs. However, one winter day, she is caught by surprise when snow hits and changes everything. She is forced to land and is burned by the ice. She feels out of place in the world, no longer able to fly around freely. The chorus repeats, emphasizing the singer's longing for home, as she acknowledges the long, cold wait for spring.
Line by Line Meaning
Уходила в воскресенье, не ждала, пока проснуться,
I left on Sunday without waiting for anyone to wake up.
И в записке набросала, мол, "Обещаю в семь вернуться".
I wrote a note promising to be back by seven.
И с асфальтовой дорожки улетая к майской туче,
Flying off the asphalt road towards a May cloud,
Отрывала все застежки, чтобы дышалось лучше…
I unbuttoned all my fastenings to breathe better...
Потешались надо мною снизу люди- смешные мошки,
People below laughed at me like funny gnats,
Отмахнулась от них рукою: у меня ведь крылья, а у них всего лишь ножки.
I waved them off, saying I had wings, while they only had legs.
Расправляла гордо плечи, и казалось всегда так будет.
I straightened my shoulders proudly, thinking it would always be that way.
Дома звали каждый вечер, но какой тут дом, когда весь мир на блюде…
Home called me every evening, but what kind of home is it when the whole world is on a platter...
Я порхала над городами, притворялась серой тенью,
I fluttered over cities, pretending to be a gray shadow,
Собирала оригами из опавших листьев и сплетений.
Collecting origami from fallen leaves and weavings.
Но однажды зима-старуха навалилась, сменив пластинку
But one day, winter old woman showed up, changing the record,
И лицо колючим пухом исцарапали снежники…
And snowflakes scraped my face with prickly fluff...
Неуклюже приземлилась, обжигаясь о ледышки.
I landed clumsily, burning on the ice crystals.
Крылья тихо опустились, отстегнула – и под мышку.
My wings drooped quietly, I unbuttoned them and put them under my arm.
Побрела к своим до дома ожидать весны еще полгода,
I walked to my own, to wait at home for another half a year for the spring,
Ведь ни за какие миллионы не купить летную погоду!
Because you can't buy flying weather for any amount of money!
Хор: We are waiting
Chorus: We are waiting
Time to get back home
Time to get back home
Contributed by Bella A. Suggest a correction in the comments below.