Текст песни Андрей Петров - Отчий дом

Again I hear someone's song
About his father and his father's house edge
It has long been out of the house I do not write
No home, no living in it

And there is no creaky porch
No sad blue shutters
And not to score much heart
At the sight of friends and relatives
And not to score much heart
At the sight of friends and relatives

I do not forget you
My father's house , my favorite region
I will miss you , I always
You if you can forgive me and have mercy
I will miss you , I always
And if you can forgive me and have mercy ...

All scattered in a whirlwind of time
In proportion to know the evil of trouble
Not living seed germinates
In the well of life there is no water

In a dark kerchief at the gate
Will not meet an old mother
And apples gold bullion
In the garden withered not break
And apples gold bullion
In the garden withered not break

I do not forget you
My father's house , my favorite region
I will miss you , I always
You if you can forgive me and have mercy
I will miss you , I always
And if you can forgive me ...

No, I do not sing sad songs
About paternal edge about his father's house
Oh, not at home and live not interested
And moving to the throat com

I do not forget you
My father's house , my favorite region
I will miss you , I always
You if you can forgive me and have mercy
I will miss you , I always
And if you can forgive me and have mercy ...

and golden apples in the garden withered slidki not solrvat