Текст песни Черный кофе - Мой дом

My house is on the steeper
Quite exhausted
Cold winds in January
And it rough ,
It should be tired
The white snowbank in the courtyard

The road straight
running tired
Through the days and nights on the ground
My house is harsh
Not knowing malice
Snow collects in the yard

The world seemed chained
Like before
Dahl dashed hopes

The cold nights
Dead creek

I knew well ,
What is not in vain
We've been waiting for so many days of summer

World again relaxed
Like before
Which was the light of hope
And dreams