Lyrics Татьяна Дрыгина - На полках - книжки и тетрадки
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Твой дом
На полках - книжки и тетрадки,
На окнах - занавесей складки.
И обижаться ни к чему:
С чужого дома взятки гладки,
Спасибо за ночлег ему.
Уехать бы - не споря, не виня...
Твой дом тепло хранит не для меня.
Мирок картинок и лампадок -
Его уют кому-то сладок,
В нем каждый гвоздь имеет вес.
Но мой домашний беспорядок
Дороже всех его чудес.
Уехать бы, не дожидаясь дня...
Твой дом тепло хранит не для меня.
Нет, я не сетую, не плачу.
Здесь и должно быть все иначе:
Другой полет - другой разбег.
Ведь дом - чужой! И это значит -
Ему спасибо за ночлег.
Уехать бы - не споря, не виня...
Твой дом тепло хранит не для меня.
1989
На полках - книжки и тетрадки,
На окнах - занавесей складки.
И обижаться ни к чему:
С чужого дома взятки гладки,
Спасибо за ночлег ему.
Уехать бы - не споря, не виня...
Твой дом тепло хранит не для меня.
Мирок картинок и лампадок -
Его уют кому-то сладок,
В нем каждый гвоздь имеет вес.
Но мой домашний беспорядок
Дороже всех его чудес.
Уехать бы, не дожидаясь дня...
Твой дом тепло хранит не для меня.
Нет, я не сетую, не плачу.
Здесь и должно быть все иначе:
Другой полет - другой разбег.
Ведь дом - чужой! И это значит -
Ему спасибо за ночлег.
Уехать бы - не споря, не виня...
Твой дом тепло хранит не для меня.
1989
Your house
There are books and notebooks on the shelves,
There are folded curtains on the windows.
And there is no need to be offended:
Bribes from someone else's house are smooth,
Thanks for the overnight stay.
I would like to leave without arguing, without blaming...
Your house does not keep warm for me.
A world of pictures and lamps -
His comfort is sweet to someone,
Every nail in it has weight.
But my home is a mess
More precious than all his miracles.
I wish I could leave without waiting for the day...
Your house does not keep warm for me.
No, I don't complain, I don't cry.
This is where things should be different:
Another flight - another run.
After all, the house is someone else's! And that means -
Thanks to him for the overnight stay.
I would like to leave without arguing, without blaming...
Your house does not keep warm for me.
1989
There are books and notebooks on the shelves,
There are folded curtains on the windows.
And there is no need to be offended:
Bribes from someone else's house are smooth,
Thanks for the overnight stay.
I would like to leave without arguing, without blaming...
Your house does not keep warm for me.
A world of pictures and lamps -
His comfort is sweet to someone,
Every nail in it has weight.
But my home is a mess
More precious than all his miracles.
I wish I could leave without waiting for the day...
Your house does not keep warm for me.
No, I don't complain, I don't cry.
This is where things should be different:
Another flight - another run.
After all, the house is someone else's! And that means -
Thanks to him for the overnight stay.
I would like to leave without arguing, without blaming...
Your house does not keep warm for me.
1989