Lyrics Dee Kourtsman - Дом на краю долины

Here or later, in one of the September mornings,
A person sings something on a silent screen,
Somewhere the not quite personal computer is turned on
In a kind of wound.
Roaming around the house bills and scraps of contracts.
I pack a little of everything on the road -
A few books and a dozen good compacts
I collect on the road
To the house on the edge of the valley
House on the edge of the valley
House on the edge of the valley
House on the edge ...

And now someone goes and gets on a diesel engine,
Learning to sleep on a simple wooden bench,
But the train goes, and the guide ends,
And the player has batteries.

A house on the edge of a valley ...

Nights and days fly over the edge of the valley.
The traveler sits on the doorstep and goes over
The strings of a guitar, like the hair of a longtime beloved,
Arrows of a distant land.

Well, you wrote another song about death,
Looking from the threshold of the world through the leaves of grapes!
But the person on the screen does not know the answer
To the question that was not asked.

A house on the edge of a valley ...