Текст песни Сергей Беликов - Возвращение

Well, here is my home my
Well, I came.
Empty huts in two rows
Slightly hungry.
From morning to evening zovi -
Only echo will respond
I do not hear and grieces
There are no halves on buvets.

CHORUS:
Here life was boiling,
Everything bloomed and sang
And suddenly, as if everything was broken from the places.
And silent crosswise
Skipped windows,
And you will not tell
Who put the cross on them.

I once traded
Scripture My rustic
On city tightness,
Where gives a house to the house.
And here's standing like Robinson
From the old baby book,
Which years in vain thug
On the island of someone else's.

CHORUS.

But here's some kind of sound
Know someone by plane
Like me, in a hurry to the maternity house
From non-land lands.
Or maybe somewhere here in the grass,
I understood my care,
Hopefully looking at me
The shaggy bumblebee buzzes.

CHORUS.

Chorus-2:
Here life boiled -
And what to do with it?
It is time to find the answer.
To meet the sun
Revealed in the morning windows,
And evenings we were given a good light.
To meet the sun
Revealed in the morning windows,
And evenings we were given a good light.