Текст песни Чернозём - Нет дома

Not at home

  On the page the space on the window is a pattern
  In the starry sky park the caravan path
  Oh, the crumbs come to an end, looking in the hands
  Your pigeons will fly in the attics

  For you, there is no home

  Sit closer to the window, breathe on the glass
  Shut up, paint, and where is the heat
  In the thawed circle lights flash
  Someone's doors, stops, someone's floors

  For you, there is no home

  On the fringe of times in the middle of December
  There is nowhere to hurry - below the ground is snow
  And all the ways are open in the native city
  Under the star dome under the hood