Текст песни Татьяна и Сергей Никитины - Дом

A river flowed by
Clouds were floating somewhere.
A man walked - the road was not easy ...
And the man dreamed that
That he will build a house somewhere
And happiness will settle with him
In the house alone.

If you get tired on the road,
That certainly sang
I love my song
The one that I sing, the one that I sing.
The house, as everyone has known for a long time,
This is not a wall, not a window,
Not even chairs with a table,
This is not a house.

Home is wherever ready
You come back again and again
Joyful, kind, gentle, evil,
Barely alive, barely alive ...
Home is where they understand us
Where they hope and wait
Where you forget about the bad
This is your home.