Текст песни Білоножко - Біла хата

White house

Words: Vadim Kryschenko Music: Gennady Tatarchenko
Performed: Vitaliy Bilonozhko

  
The white house on the platform -
Easter egg like,
He calls the windows to visit,
You went here.
In windowpane black eyes,
White face too.
As one house, white house
Sideways compass?

Chorus:
Oh runs into the house quickly
The trail of two tracks.
Do not ask me to you - where,
And ask - where.

This wonderful house
I will send matchmakers,
Towels its cruciform
Quiet prostelyu.
Uklonyusya all the earth:
Waited for you or not?
I am a dark fate
Saw in the window.

Chorus.

Led me the way
In those conversations.
Whether you're a young guy
Take-law?
Go forth, Lyubko, come, my dear,
I dizhdavs pores.
Give me a hand, give the same white -
Take heart.

Chorus.