Текст песни Виктор Попов - Ключи от рая

(Lion Lion Boldova)

Keys from Paradise - I have in my pocket.
No doors - the whole house went on the layer.

There are our shadows in the morning fog
Drink coffee for the invisible table,
From the general breaking punitive,
Puzzled teapot snipe like a horse,
And grandmother still live
Emits crumbs bread in palm.

Sleeping to the heart of the closet.
But the privilege, bypassing all posts, -
Where everything is unshakable and simple
Where there is no fears but dark.

Where smells in the kitchen mother saches,
Where all sorrows are a mumbling nonsense,
Where are ridiculous things
Mysterious as jungle, corridor.

There the children say goodbye flaws,
And the joy does not come on the eyebrows.
There are sugar bell nuts
The branches are swinging on the Christmas tree.

There are fairy tales, like birds, to the headboard
Flowed - any choose!
There breathes everything and love -
He is so comfortable, my pocket paradise!

And far cruel agodina,
Where will he, like an apple, crank ...

Earth life passing to the middle,
I stood - and turned back.