Текст песни Михаил Боярский и Виктор Резников - Домовой

There was a house, but in the same house
For the chimney,
Screwing up his eyes in a lazy languor,
Day spent his house.
And at night a little frightened children,
Shouting into the tube: & quot; I am here! & Quot;
So he lived many years in a row,
And then he disappeared.

HOUSE, ME to play the harp,
Poskripev my door in the dark.
You know, houses without you is very sad,
WITHOUT YOU MY HOUSE OLD empty.

It began with that one
Ten days in a row
He came to our house is a very important
Guest of the program & quot; & quot ;. Glance
We fell victim to fame
Learn more about us the whole world.
Now any building or in vicinities
Brownie is not!

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