Текст песни Доктор Александров - Домашний Блюз

Once in the morning, waking up with a hangover
Almost still drunk in bed stranger
I suddenly felt all the vastness of beds
And I realized that I just want to go home.

How great it is - to live simply at home,
Themselves without changing at public conveniences.
The house is so simple and all so familiar
And you do not even drunk home waiting.

And how exciting to have your roof,
Always be calm and know in advance
What they do not throw the fate of lower-higher
Come back home, where you someone is waiting.

And thou shalt slowly
In your own kitchen
From mugs favorite
Just drink tea.
So you can sit,
Until extinguished
In iron candlestick
Sun-candle.

Tomorrow is a new day,
Dials again grin.
Drawing upon his shadow
We will be somewhere in the path

What bliss to lie in a white bath
Not thinking at all about the difficulties of the day
And drink lemonade in the sweaty glass,
Although the lemonade - it's not for me.

And coming out of the bath in bathrobe,
Understand that I'm vain struggle bliss -
In his old chair, curled up in Kalachik,
Sleep under simple, yet so timeless blues.

On earth and heaven,
About life on earth
Under the sun,
Oh great miracles
What happens here

On earth and in heaven,
And in this life
Under the sun,
Oh great miracles
What am Love.