Lyrics Роман Асеев - Пуст твой дом
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Пуст твой дом
В нём неуютно
Дребезжит на кухне нудно
Холодильник, старый чайник
И часы в полнейшей тайне
Отмеряют шаг за шагом
Вечность
Где-то бродит рядом
Призрак
Счастья или горя
И ты сам, с собою споря
Выключаешь газ в конфорке
И задёргиваешь шторки
Лампы тусклый свет включаешь
Кипятку в стакан вливаешь
И озябши, руки греешь
В голове голодный ветер
Гонит прочь воспоминанья
Но они твои страданья...
Выпиваешь боль иллюзий
Ощущая послевкусье
Горечь и истому страсти
Одиночества напасти
И листая слов картинки
Перематываешь нитки
Обрезая, разрывая
И немножечко мечтая
Укрываясь пледом ночи
Чтобы вновь забыть, отсрочить
Безконечность ожиданья
Безполезность сего знанья
Что уже таким не будет
Завтра...
Пуст твой дом
В нём слишком жутко
И скрипит пол, плачет гулко
То в окно влетает ветер
И качает дверей петель
И сложившись в дней страницы
Улетают в небо птицы...
03.01.2017
© Copyright Асеев Роман Lord Kora, 2017
Свидетельство о публикации №117010405499
Dm
FG
Your house is empty
It is uncomfortable
It's boring in the kitchen
Refrigerator, old kettle
And the clock is in total secrecy
Measure step by step
Eternity
Somewhere wanders around
Ghost
Happiness or grief
And you yourself, arguing with yourself
Turn off the gas in the burner
And twitch the curtains
Lamps dim light turn on
Boiling water in a glass poured
And froze, you warm your hands
A hungry wind in my head
It drives away memories
But they are your sufferings ...
Drinking pain of illusions
Sensing aftertaste
Bitterness and languor of passion
Loneliness of misfortune
And leafing through the pictures
You rewind the thread
Cropping, tearing
And a little dreaming
Covering the rug of the night
To forget again, postpone
The infinity of expectation
The uselessness of this knowledge
What is not going to be like this
Tomorrow...
Your house is empty
It's too creepy
And the floor creaks, it's booming
Then a wind blows through the window
And shakes the door hinges
And having formed in the days of the page
Fly birds fly to the sky ...
01/03/2012
© Copyright Aseyev Roman Lord Kora, 2017
Certificate publication number 117010405499 For the list of readers / / / Alleged violations of rules /
Dm
FG
It is uncomfortable
It's boring in the kitchen
Refrigerator, old kettle
And the clock is in total secrecy
Measure step by step
Eternity
Somewhere wanders around
Ghost
Happiness or grief
And you yourself, arguing with yourself
Turn off the gas in the burner
And twitch the curtains
Lamps dim light turn on
Boiling water in a glass poured
And froze, you warm your hands
A hungry wind in my head
It drives away memories
But they are your sufferings ...
Drinking pain of illusions
Sensing aftertaste
Bitterness and languor of passion
Loneliness of misfortune
And leafing through the pictures
You rewind the thread
Cropping, tearing
And a little dreaming
Covering the rug of the night
To forget again, postpone
The infinity of expectation
The uselessness of this knowledge
What is not going to be like this
Tomorrow...
Your house is empty
It's too creepy
And the floor creaks, it's booming
Then a wind blows through the window
And shakes the door hinges
And having formed in the days of the page
Fly birds fly to the sky ...
01/03/2012
© Copyright Aseyev Roman Lord Kora, 2017
Certificate publication number 117010405499 For the list of readers / / / Alleged violations of rules /
Dm
FG