Текст песни Записки Неизвестного - Дом

House

one.

No coolest sadness than the separation home!
With the house where your whole utensil and where
Native from smell everything to sound,
And your children's portrait hanging on a nail ...
You are in the house that matured under the supervision of the Father!
And the world, comprehending under the roof,
I had two samples in the presentation:
In the midst of the Skitnym and the share of the rigorous.
Snatched thirst, soul opened
Window, - You have lost chairs forever;
When it is time for maturity first passed -
The comfort furnished quit decided.

2.

Well, you are kicked up by God,
(As he helped himself in that - and more than once!) -
Tell me why you are on faithful roads
Did you go and in vices on the throat of the mumening?
Poet-taught, cruel boy, -
Nature is clear to me now!
Brenches in your heart of love Ruffle.
Will come to you the time of bitter losses!
Nor views, no words, implore, do not!
Let's be better silently forgive with you.
I am a memory of children's moments - Otrada!
I remember that there is insistant pain!

3.

Now I'm at night under the star canopy,
And the stars others give names,
I wander like Dante I am a gloomy forest,
Freedom as a woman is given to me.
Sometimes this is a line,
How not to fold on the oak table!
I listen to the speech of the bravery, leaflet ...
When Schoeku falls to the ground.

four.

Long remaining me, I feel brothers,
To walk freely on someone else's side!
And know because I can't pick me up
Words and chords, pleasing me ...
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No coolest sadness than the separation home!
With the house where your whole utensil and where
Native from smell everything to sound,
And your children's portrait hanging on a nail ...