Текст песни Мичков читает свои стихи - Тайна заколоченного дома

Three windows in the gap
There was a handsome house
There's a baby cry in the basement
He did not fall silent during the day.
Everything would not be bad
It’s squeaking to itself,
But frequent female laughter
It stands at night.
Domina like a magnet
I pulled a gawker.
In the forgotten stories
There is always twilight.
The old women gossiped about a young family,
Which drove with children on a bend.
We walked, feasted with the whole world in the village,
And the grief was approaching, like the wind on the boundary.
Silent rampant chord
Life has come
The country grew to records
The family sought to live.
She lived quite modestly
Without attracting the masses
Worked all submissively
Continuous working class.
One morning in august
Father harnessed the horses
And those without knowing the address
Utsokali soon.
The carts left, sons left,
As well as unpainted floor, newspaper edges.
Guys are not lazy, healthy brothers
We started painting a little later.
Soon everyone was done
There is no happier couple.
Their life is already at the tip
It is time for trouble.
Parents in the evening
They returned, there is a crowd.
Remember this meeting
To the cross.
Going into the hut with fear
We saw the children.
Lay one after another
Like a pair of pigeons.
Thieves took money
And the souls of the boys
Silver earrings
Fatherly love.
Footprints
And a couple of hairs
All is left in the hallway
At painted corners.
Half a century or more lived
Empty orphan house.
There are a lot of stories
But someone's moan is heard.
And if you come in
In the hut on three windows
Then you will find those tracks
Deprived of sleep immediately.
Three windows in the gap
Standing handsome house
There's a baby cry in the basement
He did not fall silent during the day.