Lyrics Вадим Байков - Очаг
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Пахнет осенью за окном,
Хоть всего лишь начало лета.
Я вернулся в свой старый дом,
Не хозяин, но и не гость.
Листья шепчутся под дождём,
Занавеска дрожит от ветра.
Я припомнить смогу с трудом,
Как же долго мы были врозь.
За окном старый друг фонарь,
Он меня согревал ночами,
И приветливо мне кивнув,
Он сутулится под дождём.
Подмосковная тишина,
Мы с тобою не попрощались
В день, когда смело я шагнул
В то, что будущим мы зовём.
Мой очаг, сгорая неистово
С детских лет ты ещё не остыл.
Я скитался в поисках истины,
Но не знал, что она – это ты.
Покидая свой старый двор,
Уходя из родного дома,
Я не знал, что сюда вернусь
Через много и много лет.
И окутало волшебство,
Здесь всё близко и так знакомо.
Это - радость, и это – грусть
Вновь стоять на родной земле.
И опять я среди друзей,
А в беседке звучит гитара.
Крикнет бабушка из окна,
Что пора мне домой идти.
Дождик, путаясь средь ветвей,
Барабанит по тротуарам.
Подмосковная тишина,
Ты прими меня и прости.
Мой очаг, сгорая неистово
С детских лет ты ещё не остыл.
Я скитался в поисках истины,
Но не знал, что она – это ты.
It smells in the fall outside the window,
Though only the beginning of summer.
I went back to my old house
Not the owner, but not the guest.
The leaves are whispering in the rain,
The curtain is shaking with the wind.
I can remember with difficulty
How long have we been apart.
Outside the window is an old friend lantern,
He warmed me at night,
And nodding to me amiably
He slouches in the rain.
Moscow silence,
You and I did not say goodbye
On the day when I boldly stepped
In that future we call.
My hearth, burning furiously
From childhood you are still hot.
I wandered in search of truth,
But I did not know that she is you.
Leaving your old courtyard,
Leaving home,
I did not know that I will return
After many and many years.
And magic enveloped
Here everything is close and so familiar.
It is joy, and it is sadness.
Stand again in their native land.
And again I am among friends
And in the gazebo the guitar sounds.
Grandma cries out of the window,
What is the time for me to go home.
Rain, tangled among the branches,
Drumming on the sidewalks.
Moscow silence,
Accept me and forgive me.
My hearth, burning furiously
From childhood you are still hot.
I wandered in search of truth,
But I did not know that she is you.
Though only the beginning of summer.
I went back to my old house
Not the owner, but not the guest.
The leaves are whispering in the rain,
The curtain is shaking with the wind.
I can remember with difficulty
How long have we been apart.
Outside the window is an old friend lantern,
He warmed me at night,
And nodding to me amiably
He slouches in the rain.
Moscow silence,
You and I did not say goodbye
On the day when I boldly stepped
In that future we call.
My hearth, burning furiously
From childhood you are still hot.
I wandered in search of truth,
But I did not know that she is you.
Leaving your old courtyard,
Leaving home,
I did not know that I will return
After many and many years.
And magic enveloped
Here everything is close and so familiar.
It is joy, and it is sadness.
Stand again in their native land.
And again I am among friends
And in the gazebo the guitar sounds.
Grandma cries out of the window,
What is the time for me to go home.
Rain, tangled among the branches,
Drumming on the sidewalks.
Moscow silence,
Accept me and forgive me.
My hearth, burning furiously
From childhood you are still hot.
I wandered in search of truth,
But I did not know that she is you.