Текст песни Александр Гурилёв - Домик-крошечка

There is a tiny house alone
He looks at everyone through three windows.
One of them has a curtain
And behind her hangs a cage with a bird.

Someone's pen is holding a watering can there,
You know, he gives water to a canary.
Here the peephole is burning - how fiery! -
He will burn at least someone, even a stone one.

Oh, peephole, peephole! forget-me-not,
For the inexperienced, an evil fishing rod.
Many times you promised me bliss,
But this is how fate judged - dreams did not come true.

I remember you, little house,
And the cherished three windows ...