Текст песни Александр Щербина и Адриан Крупчанский - Кому бы я ни был дорог

Em
Who would I go roads,

What Whatever dreamed continue,
     A
I did not choose my city,
Em
I did not want to sing here
      Am
And how much love is not used smoldered
         H7
Under dark ash offense,
           Em A
It wants to make a deal,
       Cm A Em
But advantageous to make an appearance.

H7

           Em A
Here write in fraternal stellas -
     Em A
What hurts one,
           Em A
Everyone chauffeur - Gastello
     Em
And every "Lada" - car,
           Am Em
It does not become your laurels
     Am H7
It is not broken thread
            Em A
Here I would like to live in the name,
       Em Cm Em
But more profitable to live simply.

There muse name to the slaughter
Men milk yield of cows,
Here, a gift fall into the cage
The most important other gifts,
Here, the word will not light,
But what do you need that? -
It wants to be a poet,
But advantageous to be a clown.

Here, every day is shorter,
Here night long knife,
There are so many hot spots,
What screaming fit - fire!
But no matter how it burned the capital,
And the audio to continue to live,
I fell here born
And that means - and love to sing.