Текст песни Елена Осипенко - Мечта, автор песни Елена Осипенко

I'm in the album drawing my house on the edge,
Evil winds do not blow here, with a straight smoke pipe.
And cracked lamps in the stove, and blushes the corner,
And on the bench Cat with a ring, singing a song, lay down. - 2p.

We are not closely, but not boring, samovar is on the table.
Everyone pours delicious tea is not fragrant.
Smells of gracious bread, red angle in images,
It looks into the windows so much sky, reflected in the eyes. - 2p.

I drew my house on the edge of my album,
There are many paints - there is little place for my alive dream.
Here is such a hut, drawn the hearth
And always the clock with a cuckoo in it knocks: "Tick-so, tick-so",
Let always the clock with a cuckoo in it knock: "Tick-like that, tick-so"!

July 10, 2006