Lyrics Владимир Константинов - ДОМИК КОТОРОГО НЕТ

THE HOUSE THAT IS NOT...
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Somewhere in the past
Carefree childhood
I hid and hid my first bouquet
Smoke of the clouds.
Sky lilac
And somewhere under the stove I came up with a verse:

About the House. Parents' house
My little house
Which is not...
House. Small house
Small house
Which is not...

I'm waiting... waiting for the moment
When the dawn comes
And my house. My house will be resurrected
Parents' house
Which is not...
House. Small house
Small house
Which is not...
....
Someone told me
This is not the case at all
This did not happen. It's just a dream
Birch branched
And the bathhouse was heated
And the house glowed with warmth from the windows

House. Parents' house
My little house
Which is not...
House. Small house
Small house
Which is not...

V. Konstantinov