Текст песни Александр О'Карпов - Размышления рокера в гостях у КСПэшников

Having experienced the throes of creation,
Am Dm
Peresytivshis information, E Am
Change often I want Am
Dm
The musical orientation. E
Am
And, tired of playing mockingbirds,
Gm A7 Dm D
In the eternal craving for something easy,
G7 C
I'm going to relax PCB-Schnick,
B Am
That in the woods somewhere, then home to someone ...
E Am

There is a lot of all sung
Sloga kind and naive.
I sit by myself with a cigarette,
Vacationers from the rock to the contrary.
It is not jumping with a guitar in his arms,
Do not shake hairy snouts
And do not ship my perception
Dominant seventh chords ... there ...

There does not seem complicated melody,
Rhymes in artful pattern is not woven.
Here about all in one song tells,
(At worst - try ...)
I hear songs about gently flowing
The light of the moon between the tent canopies.
They wrote an outstanding musician
Among the skiers ... and geologists.

How you have managed to embody -
I can not figure out any way I -
Bards of ancient Irish tradition
The minstrels Soviet formations.
I blurted out in the back to finish singing the verse
The tool, a respite not knowing.
I hear: "Give this guitar here!
Incidentally, it - also plays! "

I take it, puzzled
And I looked around anxiously.
What would such a - if not multi-valued?
And not to zamorochennogo?
Only no matter how carefully I sang,
It is injected at the end of
The atmosphere of silence alarm -
The situation of misunderstanding ...

I give the instrument with the flow -
As if the burden of wash off the shameful,
And spreads relief
Someone's eternal "A-minor".
And some girl honest,
To view the new bard accreta,
He said to him: "Sing-ka you a song to us,
Only that was good! "