Lyrics Тэм Гринхилл - Где ты, мой милый дом

Where are you, my sweet home, behind a green hill,
a house that is not in the world?
The heavens are clean there, the dew smells of honey,
and in the tall grass the wind roams ...

This pryakha longing by the midnight river
covered all the way - not to pass, not to find,
And the beginning with the end yes tangled knot ...
Where are you, my sweet home? Long away...

And the weaver of the fog weaves a veil,
like wings - transparent hands.
And on her left shoulder is a sad bird,
and on the right a bird of separation.

The thread is one - white light, and the second - no name,
the third thread is in plain sight, on the fourth one I am going.
And she is like a river, only there is no canoe,
only to swim that river is far away.

Who will disperse the fog, who will point the path,
who lit the candle at dawn ...
Where are you, my sweet home over the green hill
A house that doesn't exist in the world?

... Highly high, over the stellar river,
Someone is wandering, covering a candle with his hand,
Someone is crying in the night among the transparent clouds,
Do not call - shut up. I'm still far away ...