Текст песни Maus - Дом

by esthete with a broken psyche

knock on the roof drops as dashing metronome
The roof leaks, and the kitchen furniture is broken.
You will, alas, bad reception
In my house, where no one ever was.

In my house so deserted, but a lot of books,
Not only comfort and no pictures almost.
Fire does not burn, but I even got used to this.
From the street noise does not interfere. But he did not hear.

The walls creak and smell wild longing,
Longing for a long time settled to a standstill Spider.
Peers with it .... We fit thirty-eighth.
Four decades here do not go the clouds.

The sun was not shining in my window,
Curtains can not miss it - reliable guard.
Open whether whiskey, include silent movie,
But no - the TV is broken. But it is not important.

mood receiver'll get that out of the closet
"Stories potions" for age ... Well, let them in the past.
A no, and yet dear house,
Familiar such. And even if slightly neuhozhen,

But there are so calm and quiet, and there is none,
Who would have prevented me to sleep or enough to drink.
Keep on. I'm tired. What other stupid excuse ...
-A pleasant surprise. Come on. Bella, Narcissa ...