Текст песни Алексей Блохин - Дом престарелых

Old house, good house,
Over to you hung mound
Where is the grandfather gardener today,
If grandmother died?

I ask you to find my grandfather,
I will whisper in my ear
He is now in a beautiful house
Where the fate of grief moaning.

Stretch, Blooding, hands
He will die, die from boredom

Deserted garden in ripe apples
The time will come and the life will end
Look at the nursing home
Affectionate God for them is published!

In the old house I enter the furtive
Life passed for a term of years
Do not be sad grandmother
What long passed the grandfather

Where are you granny gray
Life does not notice you
You are in a huge crowded house
Cherry color drops

Mother old woman
Children, what are you silent ...?

Deserted garden in ripe apples
The time will come and the life will end
Look at the nursing home
Good Lord to these people dream!

Old house, good house,
Over to you hung the bladder
Where is the grandfather gardener today,
Can grandmother alive!

Suddenly he heard the voice of his grandfather,
Yes not sadness old woman
Well, the son entered the sneak
See how beautiful summer ...

Deserted garden in ripe apples
The time will come and the life will end
Look at the nursing home
Affectionate God for them is published!