Hunk Hunnigan - Стырай Дом
текст песни

Old roads are stained with pieces.
The streets are empty, but death is not far off.
Those acquaintances who were always nearby are not visible.
Little-Viden in the yards, female order.
The fight on the street is not visible, love is not visible.
Ingushetia dear, what do you tell me with you?
Here is a native street, my memory.
The sandbox froze, there children do not play.
I returned to stay, come out where are you people?
There is no answer in silence, but the main thing is essentially.
Here is my old house, my father is waiting for me there.
I open the doors, and there in the dark.
I see that no one is waiting for me.
It hurts me, I know, my heart melts like ice.
I'll wait a bit, they left on business.
I'm crazy in silence, as if I'm in shackles.

"I see the old house, I see emptiness.
I see outside the window, my old trampoline.
I know that no one will come anymore.
I pray and there is something, sitting in the rain. "

After a while I saw, on the street of people.
Well, I decided to talk, drink.
And they look away, "they say, and here he is"
He killed his family, returned to the old house.
I did not understand what for what, I asked to answer right away.
And they answer me with one big story.
"You left home, did not tell your father everything.
Not to friends and not familiar, and not even Maltz.
Father forgave you, but the sediment remained.
I did not try to write a single letter.
Father was worried, could not stand it all.
Again a heart attack, buried in the summer. "
Oh Lord why? I sat behind bars.
I did not tell my father, I sat in a cage all the years.
He dreamed of going with him, to summer resorts.
I hate the world, you went to hell ........