Текст песни Света - усталый дом

Tired house is worth,
And there sits a man,
Who for many years
I did not think about anything,
And in the hands of lies
Cote fallen asleep.
For many years
He sings one.

Do not be mad,
Dark night,
Do not spoil me my song,
I still sing it,
I still sing it.

Do not be mad,
Dark night,
Do not you spoil me my words,
Do not be mad you
I do not go crazy I am.

And the shadow of the window
Disappear at five,
And he goes again
Her one look,
But, as always, the moon
Tired to be alone
And shine will call
He will sing a song to her.

Do not be mad,
Dark night,
Do not spoil me my song,
I still sing it,
I still sing it.

Do not be mad,
Dark night,
Do not you spoil me my words,
Do not be mad you
I do not go crazy I am.