Ольга Кочеткова - Дом
текст песни

Far, far, far, far
There is a house.
Opens, closes the-bed doors
The wind is in it.

The rain is the ash of the ash stove
And the grass is not cheap
And the trail is unusual
To the porch overgrown.

Blue lilacs themselves fly around
There in the spring.
Wild roots germinate -
Forest color.

Only the trouble is -
Blue water
Covers all the roads
All the ways there.

Only the trouble is -
Blue Star
Will lead you, lure you
You will not find a trace.

But someday, someday
Someday you
Suddenly you will get tired, you will get tired
You will get tired of going.

Web with a scarlet yarn
They will tie you on the legs.
Where the evening wind will lie down
You will close your eyes there.

The cross of tired hands
Will fall into the grass.
You are to your star farm
Throw your head.

Here it is, trouble ...