Текст песни Мищуки Вадим и Валерий - Осень

Fall
Poems Y.Moritz

EM HM DM6 E7 AM
The smell of marine and burning foam
D7 G F # M H7
And the Gypsy raven briefs stationery ...
EM HM DM6 E7 AM
This is autumn, my friend, is the waves of ille
D7 G F # M H7
On the things of woolen and colds of banal.

EM7 C7 + AM7 D7 G C7 +
This is autumn, my friend, it's a beak crane,
AM7 H7 Em.
This is the sound of grains shocked in an apple.
AM7 D7 G C7 +
Autumn, my friend, is a fresh mascara
F # M7 H7 Em7
It is spread, thoroughly reducing days.

Soon everything that is capable of covered with ice,
Blue thick classic hardcover,
This is autumn, my friend, this is the thoughts about
How to feed old people and babies from a spoon.
How to tremble alone necessary by all people
Like a logice, or who knows it.

This is autumn, my friend, it's a beak crane,
This is the sound of grains shocked in an apple.
Autumn, my friend, these are tears of love,
To all that without this love dies.