Синичкин дом

There nondescript little house on the Kolomna
I have friends there among the youth spent with apron
I always step your accelerated when the path of cherished
I came to the entrance, and it includes

I opened the door laughing Tit Tanya
Hostess generous, but hot-tempered
There's Julia cat slept on bare cupboard
There Rat sang with a guitar, the night was warm

We Slavik with port wine brought Kuzey
Their group & quot; Liter & quot; we had in the heats
Dimon Encephalitis steamed with Krotov Seryoga
Pro & quot; train from Kalishche & quot; song sowed fear in us

Babel summer season
Who we mushroom expanse of stars in Toksovo
And if we really are no bad
We walked to the bird in the house that sheltered us all

Moon Coordinates & quot; Tchaikovsky & quot; brew
Veterinarian propellant warm at the same time
And if we bestow Margo cigarettes
That evening was a success, Makhno, bring to the table wine

We lived fun, like a fairy tale about a wizard
Countries & quot; zero-three & quot ;, that we have always been waiting for
Sometimes, Anya Sparrow us to call angels
The coats of white ones did not go in vain

After all, we played with the death of cat and mouse
She teased laughing, without thinking about it
Across from the apartment of our dreams ghosts moaning
Where in soot Max Factor was cooking in the kitchen that

I will not say how coveted and password
Signal conditional calls in the door
That walkers from all over the big city
Flocked those who did not want to bear the loss of the soul

Yes Valёk President Ira and Anya Murychev
Then Julia later Kondida suitable
Who in the bathroom, someone in the kitchen who is in the hallway in the room
Already the evening, but the trail is not overgrown, people talking

Jerzy composed, Jha and Vetal, Graf and Yundik,
And Ancha to Magadan and Genych from Pechora
We wanted to see how the summer was spent
With nature, we had an argument, and the argument was a saint

But the world was stronger than actually
Andrei Makarevich was right here
As soon as the sun touched the horizon
In its way, each led in part of the night

We light the memory nedoletevshim donate
Are becoming increasingly rare, everything quietly at the table
And our Order does not see so soon
Those who are not with us on the ship sailed storms one

There nondescript little house on the Kolomna
I have friends there among the youth spent with apron
I always step your accelerated when the path of cherished
I came to the entrance, and it includes