Текст песни ТаРУТА - Домовичок

On the shelf near the stove,
Between plates and bowls,
Quietly quiet in your own nook
Bread chews on Brownies.

At night he climbs with bananas
While sleeping on the Grandfather's bench.
Talking to spiders
About the inhuman human world.

To love Nanka Ukraine,
Barking of the damned Muscovites,
Saves old photos
Gray good caesareans.

Every morning he cleans the gever
Because there are many enemies,
Because with Santa in Siberia
He sat for thirty years,

Because they grow under the porch of mallow,
Because storks are in the nest,
For they were born and died
Here are all the great-grandparents.

His hands are already shaking
Maybe not in the spring
But to Grandpa's grandchildren
Whispers are good old dreams.