Текст песни Булат Окуджава - Мастер Гриша

In our house, in our house, in our house -
grace, grace.
We hide all grievances for a while.
It’s okay that we don’t see good luck yet - we’re not crying in vain.

We don't cry in vain, we don't cry in vain, we don't cry in vain -
for what, for what?
Master Grisha will come and sit next to him.
He has two big, two reliable hands - he will fix everything.

He'll fix everything, fix everything, fix everything -
wait it out, wait it out.
Who can we hope for, except?
Conversations go on day after day all about him in our house.

In our house, in our house, in our house -
drafts, drafts.
Yes, the roof is twisting in the wind ...
Well, take your fists out of your pockets, Master Grisha.