Dee Kourtsman - Дом на краю долины
текст песни

Here or later, in one of the September Utr,
Something sings a person on a soundless screen,
Somewhere it is not quite a personal computer
In a sort of wound.
Rum the house and scraps of contracts.
I collect all the way a little on the road -
Several books and a dozen good compacts
I am collecting on the road
To the house on the edge of the valley,
House on the edge of the valley,
House on the edge of the valley,
House on the edge ...

And now someone is going and sitting on a diesel
Learns to sleep on a simple wooden bench,
But the train goes, and the guide ends,
And in the player of the battery.

House on the edge of the valley ...

Nights and days fly over the edge of the valley.
The traveler sits on the threshold and sorting through
The strings of the guitar, like the hair of a longtime beloved,
Arrows of the distant land.

Well, you wrote another song about death,
Looking from the threshold to the world through the foliage of grapes!
But the person on the screen does not know the answer
To the question of what was not asked.

House on the edge of the valley ...