Текст песни Вероника Долина - В этой маленькой квартирке

In this small apartment
There lipstick and perfume,
And `` Fun ''
And sad poems.

Tiutchev wrote on the desk,
On board - Mizhuev - in-law,
No fanerki or cartons
Just nowhere to take.

In this small apartment
We are all connected,
All chetyrki - rastopyrki,
Vertunov and talkers,

In Lutovinov - Turgenev,
And Karabikha poet.
I'm no genius, no genev,
Before there were - there now.

From mermaids - yes to cook.
So I bang ROCK -
Beware of me Zhiharka,
All upihnu cheek.

Chekhov - in Melekhovo rides
Count - walking on stubble,
Just me, nothing shines,
Soon I ostervene ...

South wind will blow in the ear -
Nothing, they say, nothing,
Last another old woman,
And still is - the most.

This gloom smOkEd,
Iron-baked -
Day and night, my husband learned
He walks on a chain around.