Текст песни Андрей Венцерев - Домой

Home (Denis Sudyakova's song)

Where is my horse carries me, what given?
Where are the liks of the grandfather icons
Where to meet me the temple with bells
There, where my soul is calling me again

In what fields I let go of a tired horse
And knees fall on the snow slid slightly
In the blood scratching the face of February
And I will ask you to stop the sun clear.

I come to my hometown at the Ocean
And rest underground quietly on your porch
The birch beauty by the window is falling.
Mile air of native, cleaner, no sweeter.

I turn quietly the door to get gray
In the Seine, everything is also, as in the old style - the straw is insert.
Cross to the face of Christ that their angle looks.
And hug the old woman mother that the window is sitting.

I will visit the graveyard for groves waxing
I will correct the cross and remember the father of the deceased
And on the way to the house of a little bit snowy
Church ringing I will hear, quiet, gentle sound.

And crash is full, in the Russian stove, moans of the bridge
And uncle-drunkard gray hazard sharp
And cute mother of my eyes tired
Under the crackle of Lucin will sound again the song is old

Where is my horse carries me, what given?
Where are the liks of the grandfather icons
Where to meet me the temple with bells
There, where my soul is calling me again