Tills - Заброшенный старый дом
текст песни

Faded cracked window
Looks at an abandoned old house
To the bench where they are secretly carved
Names overgrown with weeds
In a place where there is a river and black soil
An abandoned old house is waiting
Remembers the living room, the corridor
Echoes of times gone by
Like a dream
Slides what the filmoscope will show
The old house, where it’s cold and split right now
We were happy and watched the sunrise
Far from industrial zones
We built the world brick by brick
The floor was destroyed and the fence sagged
But I believe that the cloud above you will become a cloud!
Although the beams are rotting
Life ahead - I see a rut there
Leaving memory, people left you
But hope is something that is not set on fire
A shadow has fallen
Leaving among the paths
To the tune of forgotten days
Slow dance of dust in the light of the rays
Faded cracked window, window
Looks at an abandoned old house, my old house
To the bench where they are carved secretly, secretly
Names overgrown with weeds
In a place where there is a river and black soil, black and black soil
An abandoned old house is waiting, my old house
The living room remembers, the corridor, the corridor remembers
Echoes of times gone by