Текст песни Атморави - Мой Дом

On the streets of crowds of people
Aspiring to continue their kind
They celebrate a sunny day
Cloudless sky
On their faces the ardor reads
Prescribed by a home doctor
And looking at them, I almost forgot
That here I have nothing to do with

My house is far away
Behind the crooked stream
Sweet ivy
And in the window is burning
At night a light
Just how to find this house
I do not know

Columns of passers-by
From west to east
It's hard to say what they are waiting for
And what they store for future use
But sometimes I cover their rear
Waving a rusty key
Maybe that's how I forgot
That here absolutely nothing

My house is far away
Behind the crooked stream
With vine ivy
And in the window is burning
At night a light
Just how to find this house
I do not know

And maybe blood and red
But the voice from heaven is my voice
I will not argue points of view here is darkness
But what can I do with myself
And tea by the way has cooled down
While rock pressed sealing wax
Printing tearing off I forgot
That here I have nothing to do with

My house is far away
Behind the crooked stream
Sweet ivy
And in the window is burning
At night a light
Just how to find this house
I do not know