Текст песни Несчастный Случай - Над костром пролетает снежинка

Am E
 Snowflake flies over the fire,
        E Am
 As a huge gray helicopter.
        Am Dm
 Raschirikalas vein on his temple.
         G C
 Everything passes and this will pass.
       A7 Dm
 It plays out the storm in the forest,
          G C C7
 Here, in July, the weather disaster.
       Am Dm
 Friends I had not seen for six months.
      E Am
 I had never seen his wife.
 
 Because of the snow naroyu Moroshek,
 Heating of and suck the juice.
 Quiet foot wraps in dry peas
 And the tent Mighty piece.
 We are not changing their habits
 Away from the birth-houses:
 In my backpack fat and matches
 And Turgenev eight volumes.
 
 Well, you, my gentle Perry,
 My reliable safety hook.
 Through the years, snow and blizzard
 I give to you this song.
 Let the melody rushes like a bird,
 Let her tell you too much,
 What do I put on your capital
 Here is such a taiga instrument!
 
 At the station, put and alleys,
 On Moslift, Moskontsert and Mosgaz.
 Luzhkov on his birthday
 I put 850 times.
 In your judgment miserable.
 On shameless metropolitan chaos.
 And separately, with more enjoyment
 I put on Moscow & quot; & quot ;. Spartak
 
 Do not you realize who live in apartments
 Fag, students, the Jews,
 Beauty of the world,
 Where we wander alone, man!
 Where they do not like words and grimaces.
 And similar to the plane
 Snowflake flies over the fire,
 As a huge gray helicopter.