Текст песни Доктор Ватсон - Дом восходящего солнца

Many years have passed since the fabulous dreams
 When I lived here and loved.
 Meet me our old house
 Empty, dusty window.

 No one is not waiting for me,
 Not his smile warm.
 Gone, vanished smile your
 In the fairy tale boyhood days.

 With you I look to my childhood-box:
 Playing one girl.
 And it is not even able to tell
 What I lost you?

 You, too, was of the fabulous dream,
 Now you do not have with me.
 Meet me my old house
 Empty, dusty window.

 After a fairy tale, it will not return back,
 It does not come itself,
 And the sun is high in the mountains
 And the mountain does not come down to us.

 On the dirty apron one suitcase -
 In the district there are no people.
 Forever I leave New Orleans,
 Earth and gold chains ...