Текст песни Александр Новиков - Дом под снос

How simple, quiet, no speeches,
Decided everyday question:
My house now nobody,
Sentenced - is being demolished.
Another day - and the roof from his shoulders,
It will slide track clang.
On the vacant lot where laid up the walls,
Gave pereplyas logs.

          Where white dove on a pole,
          Where in the May apple tree in a veil,
          Where the ringing of broken glass -
          Look - swifts because of the angle,
          Where on the stretched string
          Dancing shadows on the wall,
          And draws a child's hand
          The boundaries of the world from the attic.

Not a house - the ship upside down.
One - and you're not Navy.
The big window torn to pieces
He shouted his toothless mouth:
"There is no one else to watch
The peas calico night! ..
And on the grass as it was, to lie,
And fly away somewhere. "

          Where white dove on a pole,
          Where in the May apple tree in a veil,
          Where the ringing of broken glass -
          Look - swifts because of the angle,
          Where on the stretched string
          Dancing shadows on the wall,
          And beckoning finger on the porch
          Caucasian captive's face.

What is intended here then -
Blessed be three times!
Of course, the house, of course, the house
Built here someday.
Frame, covered in concrete,
Eyes are the windows - to the ends.
"And where is that .. And where is he ..?" -
Spring zamechutsya starlings.

          Where white dove on a pole.
          Where in the May apple tree in veil.
          Where the ringing of broken glass -
          Look - swifts around the corner.
          Where on the stretched string
          Dancing shadows on the wall.
          And quietly ladder-hock
          He lives under his arm attic.

1985