Текст песни Александр Башлачев - Песня ржавой воды

Loss:
Em Am Em Am Em Am G
Em Am Em Am Em Am G

Em Am G
Red Firebird, saluting Mauser barking,
Em Am G
Time burned pages, barely touching them glowing pen.
        Am Hm Em
But as the years turn out his pockets - days as seeds,
        Am Hm Em
Fall down at random so apart.
      Am Hm Em
And above the city - the fog. Slim vremechko
  Am Hm Em
C baked crust.

Black date and well, more mildew on the roof of the burning!
Ox, poured tubs rusty, bloody, salty.
Years fun rattle empty flasks,
turn inside the pouch.
Raw days short puffs smoke
in cigarette papers.

Under the waterfall fled as best they could, cut down a tree.
Well raft was that it is necessary, but just do not float it.
Yes, the only rings curl
In the maelstrom of empty space.
Yes, just rusty water overflows
The portraits of the great rains.

But prickly branches turn into sharp slingshots.
Yes mighty roots zapletutsya formidable riddles.
In the meantime, water-water drip-drip-drops
Lupita shot into my glass.
Fly to where Egret!
Burned wing.

        Am Hm Em
But this city with bleeding gills
Am Hm Em
it would be necessary to cross the ...
        Am Hm Em
But time catches us in the water greedy lips.
Am Hm Em
Time has taught us to drink.
Am Hm Em
Time has taught us to drink.