Текст песни Домик на окраине - В.Мигуля

Cottage on the outskirts (V.MIGULYA)

(Loss) -2r
     
1. On the river rock skiffs
And down to the river garden.
There are falling apples in August,
On the roof of the night knocking.
There is full of great mystery
Stores the previous years oblivion,
The house on the edge,
 Where raced my childhood.
                        
R: Little House on the outskirts, it will soon be demolished.
Only in the memory in the memory, he will ever.
As the stove-heater again get warm warmth,
The house on the outskirts will live in my heart.

(Loss) -1r

2.Ni inch native is not given,
Oblivion and empty life,
That's not so strange land, and Homeland
Warms us with his kindness.
Separated everything seems old
I became once fate
The house on the outskirts of
With over brick chimney smoke.
                                                                 
R: the same; (Mod) R: the same;

| (1t) will live in my heart | 2p