Текст песни ПилОт - Дом

In the house where I live
Many different people.
Some smoke a gange, others drink.
They say: "So live more fun!"
One eye was flooded in the morning
The other closed his eyes at all
Still others cherish forces for the night!

In the house where they spit on life
And they do not expect anything from her, -
-Thiy knock!
The alphabet of eye and fat hands!
Sliding parquet and "metal" sound!
Gather for the knock of friends!
Non-tuk, tuk-knuckle ...

In a paid red shirt
Proletarian is snowing!
What am I thinking about?
From the evening about tomorrow's war,
In the morning about a pair of cigarettes!
Who has more on the dealer today?
Congratulations from the heart!
My neighbors walk -
Cockroaches and lice!

In the house where they spit on life
And they do not expect anything from her, -
-Thiy knock!
The alphabet of eye and fat hands!
Sliding parquet and "metal" sound!
Gather for the knock of friends!
Non-tuk, tuk-knuckle ...

Let's go for a walk with us for the night!
We will drink wine with snow!
We will yell in dark windows,
Let, b .., sleep in the cemetery!
In the summer...
.. we will have a large boat
And we will overtake our own shadow on the oars!
Everyone lives in this house forever!
And they die in one day!

In the house where they spit on life
And they do not expect anything from her, -
-Thiy knock!
The alphabet of eye and fat hands!
Sliding parquet and "metal" sound!
Gather for the knock of friends!
Non-tuk, tuk-knuckle ...