Громов и Ладыженский - Дом, из которого я не хотел уезжать
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Запах акации, шум ребятни,
Мягкий и тихий за окнами свет,
Звуки Курантов - хотя без пяти,
Мучает книжку мальчишка сосед.
В кухне жара - недочитанный том,
Краски и кисть в беспорядке лежат.
Все это, все это, все это дом,
Дом,
Из которого я не хотел уезжать...
Он для кого-то небросок и прост -
Черточки-годы на красках ворот:
Это мальчишкой я мерил свой рост,
Вырос и вот, от ворот поворот...
Дождь еле слышно шуршит за окном,
Капли на листьях, как слезы дрожат,
Все это, все это, все это дом,
Дом,
Из которого я не хотел уезжать...
Знаешь, мне скажут, ты не обессудь,
Дело такое - кричи, не кричи,
В скорости дом твой, конечно, снесут,
Раз труханут - и одни кирпичи...
Рушить - не рушить, сегодня - потом...
Кто за меня это взялся решать?
Все это, все это, все это дом,
Дом,
Из которого я не хотел уезжать...
Где-то стоят красивее дома...
Что ты! О них можно только мечтать...
Словно в красивых обложках тома.
Жаль, мне совсем неохота читать.
Поезд зашелся прощальным гудком,
В горле комок, как тисками, зажат,
Все это, все это, все это дом,
Дом,
Из которого я не хотел уезжать...
Может, давай постучим в домино,
Или раздавим одну на двоих?
Раньше поменьше горчило вино,
Раньше побольше здесь было своих...
Ладно, не будем грустить о былом,
И на бутылку хватает деньжат...
Что ты! Не нужно! Ты все-таки дом,
Дом,
Из которого я не хотел уезжать...
Медленным вальсом кружит голова,
Звуки мелодии грустно-тихи,
Хочется просто молчать, но слова
Сами собою ложатся в стихи.
Мне и тебе рановато на слом,
Пусть и хотим иногда полежать,
Ты меня вспомнил, мой старенький дом?
Дом,
Из которого я не хотел уезжать...
Ты защищал от метелей и вьюг,
Ночью в глазах твоих было светло,
С каменным сердцем мой преданный друг,
С каменным сердцем, в котором тепло.
В чем мне виниться и каяться в чем?
Раненым псом под забором визжать?
Ты не ответил, ты умница, дом,
Дом,
Из которого я не хотел уезжать...
Лжи доверяешь, свет путаешь с тьмой,
Дань забываешь отдать красоте...
Мысли? Они, между нами, дерьмо,
Просто дерьмо, без особых затей.
В жизнь, будто в стенку, колотишься лбом,
Стенка на стенку, и к стенке прижать,
Все это, все это, все это дом,
Дом,
От которого, в общем-то, не убежать...
The smell of acacia, the noise of the guys,
Soft and quiet outside the windows,
Sounds of chimes - although without five,
The boy is tormented by a boy.
In the kitchen, the heat is an unreasonable volume
Paints and brush are in disorder lie down.
All this, all this, all this is a house,
House,
From which I did not want to leave ...
He is a discreet for someone and simple -
Disks of the-year on the colors of the gate:
This is a boy I measured my height,
Grew up and now, from the gate turn ...
The rain is barely audible outside the window
Drops on the leaves, like tears tremble,
All this, all this, all this is a house,
House,
From which I did not want to leave ...
You know, they will tell me, don't blame me
The point is - shout, don't scream,
In speed, your house, of course, will be demolished,
Once they rub - and only bricks ...
Run - do not ruin, today - then ...
Who undertook to solve it for me?
All this, all this, all this is a house,
House,
From which I did not want to leave ...
Somewhere they are more beautiful at home ...
What you! You can only dream of them ...
As if in the beautiful covers of volume.
Sorry, I am completely reluctant to read.
The train came in a farewell buzz,
In the throat, a lump, as a vice, is clamped,
All this, all this, all this is a house,
House,
From which I did not want to leave ...
Maybe let's knock in Domino,
Or will we crush one for two?
Previously, the wine was bitter than the wine,
There used to be more here ...
Okay, let's not be sad about the past,
And there are enough money for the bottle ...
What you! No need! You are still a house
House,
From which I did not want to leave ...
The head is circling with a slow waltz,
The sounds of the melody are sad-tikhi,
I just want to be silent, but words
They themselves lie in poems.
It’s too early for me to break it,
Let us sometimes want to lie down,
Have you remembered me, my old house?
House,
From which I did not want to leave ...
You protected from snowstorms and blizzards
It was light in your eyes at night,
With a stone heart, my devoted friend,
With a stone heart, in which it is warm.
What should I see and repent of what?
Screech with a wounded dog under the fence?
You did not answer, you are smart, house,
House,
From which I did not want to leave ...
You trust lies, you confuse light with darkness,
You forget to pay tribute to beauty ...
Thoughts? They, between us, shit,
Just shit, without any venture.
In life, as if in the wall, you pound your forehead,
The wall on the wall, and press to the wall,
All this, all this, all this is a house,
House,
From which, in general, do not run away ...
Soft and quiet outside the windows,
Sounds of chimes - although without five,
The boy is tormented by a boy.
In the kitchen, the heat is an unreasonable volume
Paints and brush are in disorder lie down.
All this, all this, all this is a house,
House,
From which I did not want to leave ...
He is a discreet for someone and simple -
Disks of the-year on the colors of the gate:
This is a boy I measured my height,
Grew up and now, from the gate turn ...
The rain is barely audible outside the window
Drops on the leaves, like tears tremble,
All this, all this, all this is a house,
House,
From which I did not want to leave ...
You know, they will tell me, don't blame me
The point is - shout, don't scream,
In speed, your house, of course, will be demolished,
Once they rub - and only bricks ...
Run - do not ruin, today - then ...
Who undertook to solve it for me?
All this, all this, all this is a house,
House,
From which I did not want to leave ...
Somewhere they are more beautiful at home ...
What you! You can only dream of them ...
As if in the beautiful covers of volume.
Sorry, I am completely reluctant to read.
The train came in a farewell buzz,
In the throat, a lump, as a vice, is clamped,
All this, all this, all this is a house,
House,
From which I did not want to leave ...
Maybe let's knock in Domino,
Or will we crush one for two?
Previously, the wine was bitter than the wine,
There used to be more here ...
Okay, let's not be sad about the past,
And there are enough money for the bottle ...
What you! No need! You are still a house
House,
From which I did not want to leave ...
The head is circling with a slow waltz,
The sounds of the melody are sad-tikhi,
I just want to be silent, but words
They themselves lie in poems.
It’s too early for me to break it,
Let us sometimes want to lie down,
Have you remembered me, my old house?
House,
From which I did not want to leave ...
You protected from snowstorms and blizzards
It was light in your eyes at night,
With a stone heart, my devoted friend,
With a stone heart, in which it is warm.
What should I see and repent of what?
Screech with a wounded dog under the fence?
You did not answer, you are smart, house,
House,
From which I did not want to leave ...
You trust lies, you confuse light with darkness,
You forget to pay tribute to beauty ...
Thoughts? They, between us, shit,
Just shit, without any venture.
In life, as if in the wall, you pound your forehead,
The wall on the wall, and press to the wall,
All this, all this, all this is a house,
House,
From which, in general, do not run away ...