Текст песни Инна Наговицына - Возле Дома

Near the house,
Where are all familiar to stupor,
Where is the soul warm poplar
I sit down.

I'm not here for so many years was a row!
I was floundering land.
Sun below.
The neighbor's dog licks my hands.
Look, affectionate, learned!
As a daughter,
Turn white curtains in the windows,
And behind buzzing Station.

Chorus:
A dove soared to the clouds
And do not get him back home.
And not have email yet
He will not come back.
I shouted to him: & quot; Bye!

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We will meet with you! & Quot;
Dm
And a glass of cognac
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Today I will not hurt!

As toys,
Old ladies sitting on a bench.
Chasing the ball kids.
I drink with my brother,
Both of us were under the gun
The wood from the prison courtyard.

Chorus.

Near the house,
Where are all familiar to stupor,
Where is the soul warm poplar
I sit down.
I'm not here for so many years was a row!
I was floundering Plot: