Текст песни Евгений Головин - Возвращаюсь домой

Returning home, I return home
There is some kind of person ahead
There is a passage in front, he probably also
On the lips poisonous laughter.

He goes into my house, he goes into my house,
And I'm going to the elevator cabin.
He has a bouquet of violets, and I probably pity
Next to him, with his briefcase

He calls my call, he calls my call,
Opens my door, my wife
And she kisses him and she caresses him
Unusually excited

He takes off his coat, he removes the coat
And sings her about some kind of caravan
Outside the window gray
He calmly eats my dinner and falls on my sofa

He takes my book, he takes my book
And my color Montpanza nibbles ...
I stand so quietly, and he whispers in my ear:
Leave home, Monsieur.

And here I am again in the night. And here I am again in the night.
Very very very cold in winter.
I go to turn on four sides of the world
I go, I go, go to my house.