Текст песни
In the hallway, shoes align,
The welcome mat says, “You’ll be fine.”
A sturdy door with a wooden frame,
It opens wide, and I feel the same.
The living room is full of cheer,
A sofa soft, a lamp stands near.
The coffee table holds a book,
With every corner, I love to look.
The kitchen hums, it’s full of sound,
Where pots and pans are neatly found.
The fridge is stocked, the oven bakes,
The sink runs clear with no mistakes.
The dining room has chairs for all,
A sturdy table, both big and tall.
The windows open, the curtains sway,
They let the breeze throughout the day.
Tripsteps makes it fun to see,
I learn words like chimney and balcony.
From attic high to tiles below,
Each part of home I come to know.
The bedroom holds a restful bed,
With fluffy pillows beneath my head.
A tall wardrobe keeps my clothes in line,
And the curtains shield the morning shine.
The bathroom gleams with tiles of white,
A shiny mirror, reflecting light.
The bathtub fills with water warm,
The shower flows like a gentle storm.
The attic hides the things of old,
Dusty boxes of treasures untold.
The basement, cool, a storage space,
Where tools and keepsakes find their place.
The balcony is open wide,
A view of nature on every side.
The garden blooms with flowers bright,
A peaceful spot in morning light.
The study holds a desk and chair,
With books and shelves placed everywhere.
The laundry room with its machine,
Keeps clothes so fresh, so crisp, so clean.
Tripsteps teaches words with ease,
From fireplace to the gentle breeze.
Each corner holds a story to tell,
Learning with joy, I know it well.
The roof above, the floors below,
The home is where I learn and grow.
With every word, the picture’s clear,
My home vocabulary is here.