Текст песни Валентин Куба и Мамины дети - Коммуналка

What days were
When in the apartment communal
We lived, poverty is not tai
And better life in the expectation.
And often dreamed at night
To whom - a piece of bread with butter,
To whom - Makuha in the morning,
To whom - broth with chicken meat ...
Chorus:

Aunt Ciel, Aunt Sonya,
Uncle Vilya, Uncle Lenya,
Haim, Lev, Moisa and Zilly ...
I am alone in the apartment Russian
Oh, I was very sad,
That the Jew was not born ...
Zyama Dad was Zavod,
My dad is just an engineer.
And even though we are not so,
He seemed like a dad to me an example.
We were seven children
And every day loaf bread
Delil on smooth seven parts
Zavenda Ilyusha to us for dinner.
Chorus

Since then, a lot of years has passed,
And everyone went somewhere.
Long ago and no homes,
And empty where he ever lived.
Walked Walked,
I feel mad of these years ...
Never reborn
My native communal ...

Chorus:

Aunt Ciel, Aunt Sonya,
Uncle Vilya, Uncle Lenya,
Haim, Lev, Moisa and Zilly ...
I am alone in the apartment Russian
And when it happens sad,
I remember you, my friends!