Текст песни Анатолий Глазков - Дом остановившихся часов

Dm C
There are hundreds of thoughts melted into the walls,
A # A
 Here, silence, understandable without words.
Dm C
 piece little universe where you lived,
A # A
 Here, the house stopped hours.

 The bed, dressing table, two bedside tables, guitar,
 Lame without wooden chair legs.
 And the gray-haired man looks tired
 With paintings crossed cross.

 Here, thousands of desires do not come true,
 Here inspiration not umolkshy call.
 This logging, moments left,
 Here, the house stopped hours.