Текст песни Рома Щедрин - Окна во двор , Блок

One remained hope:
Look at the courtyard.
Light. White clothes
In the abypt light of the morning.

I hear - vintage speech
I woke up deep at the bottom.
Won warm up yellow candles
Forgotten in someone's window.

The hungry cat pressed
Jolob morning roofs.
Cry - one left me
And listen to how peacefully you sleep.

You sleep, and on the street quietly,
And I'm dying with longing,
And evil, hungry famously
Persistently knocks in whiskey ...

Hey, small, look at me in the window! ..
Yes No, you will not look - you will pass ...
I'm at the winter sun,
It looks like a stupid sun.