Lyrics Г. Л. Олди - Дом

The smell of acacia, the noise of the guys,
Soft and quiet light outside the windows
The sounds of the Chimes - although without five,
A neighbor is tormenting a book.

In the kitchen, heat is an unread volume
Paint and brush are in a mess.
All this, all this, all this is the house
House,
From which I did not want to leave ...

It’s not simple and simple for someone -
Dash-years on the colors of the gates:
This is a boy I measured my height,
Grew up and now, from the gate turn ...

Rain rustles faintly outside the window
Drops on the leaves, like tears tremble
All this, all this, all this is the house
House,
From which I did not want to leave ...

You know, they’ll tell me, do not blame me,
The thing is - scream, do not scream,
In speed, your house, of course, will be demolished,
Once they get drunk - and some bricks ...

Crush - not crush, today - then ...
Who undertook to solve this for me?
All this, all this, all this is the house
House,
From which I did not want to leave ...

Somewhere they are more beautiful at home ...
What are you! You can only dream about them ...
As if in beautiful covers of the volume.
It’s a pity, I’m completely reluctant to read.

The train started with a farewell beep
In the throat a lump, like a vice, is clamped,
All this, all this, all this is the house
House,
From which I did not want to leave ...

Maybe let's knock on dominoes
Or crush one for two?
Wine used to be less bitter
There used to be more of them here ...

Okay, let's not be sad about the past,
And enough money for a bottle ...
What are you! Not necessary! You are still home
House,
From which I did not want to leave ...

Slow waltz dizzy
The sounds of the melody are sad and quiet
I just want to be silent, but the words
They themselves lie in poetry.

It’s too early for me to scrape
Let us sometimes want to lie down,
Do you remember me, my old house?
House,
From which I did not want to leave ...

You protected from blizzards and blizzards
It was light in your eyes at night
With a stone heart, my faithful friend
With a stone heart in which it is warm.

What should I blame and repent of?
Squealing a wounded dog under the fence?
You didn’t answer, you are smart, house,
House,
From which I did not want to leave ...

You trust lies, confuse light with darkness,
You forget to give tribute to beauty ...
Thoughts? They are between us shit
Just shit, no big deal.

In life, like a wall, pounding your forehead,
Wall to wall, and press to the wall,
All this, all this, all this is the house
House,
From which, in general, no escape ...