Текст песни Ява и Песок - Серый Дом

Freedom, in the throat com,
And locked the soul in my city;
Gray house, breathe at height
North-great place;
Channels, bridges, cobbled bridge
Honestly, thousands of passersby, a million attic cats
Tart blues, night under the window
We are similar, the wind from the roof flows on the skin
In our cozy gray house

Through time last sunset
In the first shot to put us near the wet floor
I won't leave without you
I say goodbye, why? I do not know
So often we met with you in summer
Now in the spring, I will return home
Where:

Thousands of passersby, a million attic cats
Tart blues, night under the window
We are similar, the wind from the roof flows on the skin
In our cozy gray house with you (2 times)