Текст песни Андрей Венцерев - В доме моём...

Poems by Sergei Udovenko

Outside the window the rain is drumming again
the wind sings a song in the trumpet.
At the table, lonely lies
melting melancholy into the glasses.

Sadness knocked on the door, did not open.
She is useless in my house.
Love me by giving a pair of wings
dissolved into a transcendental dream.

Yes, I was sitting at the table with luck,
ate green salad together
and she forgot my home
leaving, touched the alarm.

As a gray cloud in my bedroom
rested health in bed.
Happiness was much more fun
but it scolded everyone.

The rain is over, the call is again.
I looked, there luck straightens the cloak
and afraid to step on the threshold
mood offers to sip.