Текст песни Юрий Яковлев - Чердак

Attic

The attic is cold and empty,
One in tears with a soul soul
Sit in the arms of poverty,
After all, you left without a father.
Own fantasy your
One maid from you
Did not turn away at this hour
Your smile light went out.

Mig back you laughed
And in width here was considered
All to where flattering and praise
You're clean, modest was.

Princesses no more
And hundreds of thousands of troubles
Yes, unbearable work
You are waiting for you
But in the heart like lead
Only the pain that the Father is dead.
All other things - nothing
In the attic empty.

Yesterday was in silks,
In stones, in gold, in fur,
Now in the outfit old you
Medium dampness and darkness.
And outside the window sleeps all the city,
The light of the lanterns is not lit,
But cry you, without seeing sleep
No one is needed here.

A little bit of yours happened,
Evil Miss as a beast beshed.
Namig in her hatred lit up,
Well you held, did not surrender.

Princesses no more
And hundreds of thousands of troubles
Yes, unbearable work
You are waiting for you
But in the heart like lead
Only the pain that the Father is dead.
All other things - nothing
In the attic empty.