Текст песни Александр Гурилёв - Домик-крошечка

Lonely is a brown house,
He looks at everyone in three windows.
One of them is a curtain,
And behind her a cell hangs with a bird.

Someone's pen holds a leerch there,
Know, it is stitched by a canary.
Here the eye is on - how fiery! -
At least anyone sleeps, be even stone.

Oh eye, eye! Steppobodka,
For inexperienced evil fishing rod.
Many times you promised me bliss, you
But so Rock judged - dreams did not come true.

I remember you, Roshechka house,
And the coveted three windows ...