Lyrics Пропала Грамота - На даху будинку

On the roof of the house
A girl with a mint look
Kisses the sprouts of the sky,
Collects shaggy from them
In the bosom of the night, in the bosom of the night,
In the bosom of the night, in the bosom of the night ...

And so imperceptibly
And breathed a sigh in his back,
She painted blue on the glass
Long eyelashes, long eyelashes,
Long eyelashes, long eyelashes ...

And dreams waltzed
Between the short antennas above the roofs
And the night birds were fed
Dumplings, dumplings,
Dumplings, dumplings ...