Lyrics Мичков читает свои стихи - Тайна заколоченного дома

Three windows in the gap
There was a beautiful house,
There's a child's cry in the basement
He didn’t stop talking during the day.
Everything wouldn't be bad
It's worth it creaking,
But frequent female laughter
Stands in it at night.
Domina is like a magnet
He drew onlookers towards him.
In forgotten stories
There is always twilight.
The old women gossiped about the young family,
Who drove with the children on a bend.
We walked and feasted with the whole world in the village,
And grief was approaching like the wind along the boundary.
The revelry subsided like a chord,
Everyday life has arrived
The country grew to records
The family wanted to live.
She lived quite modestly
Without attracting the masses
Everyone worked dutifully
Solid working class.
One morning in August
Father harnessed the horses
And those without knowing the address
They clucked quickly.
The cart workers left, the sons remained,
And also the floor is unpainted, newspaper edges.
Guys are not lazy, healthy brothers
Painting began a little later.
Soon everything was finished
There is no happier couple.
Their lives are already at the end
It's time for trouble.
Parents in the evening
We returned, there was a crowd there.
Will remember this meeting
All the way to the cross.
Entering the hut with fear
We saw children.
Lying next to each other
Like a pair of doves.
The thieves took the money
And the souls of the boys
Silver earrings
Father's love.
Traces from bare feet
And a couple of hairs
Everything was left in the hallway
At the painted corners.
More than half a century has passed
Empty orphanage.
There are many stories
But someone's groan is heard.
And if you stop by
In a hut with three windows
Then you will find those traces
Immediately deprived of sleep.
Three windows in the gap
There was a handsome house
There's a child's cry in the basement
He didn’t stop talking during the day.