Текст песни Вадим Егоров - Воронки

Gm Cm D7 Gm
Pulls ruchenki August for the September Zlata ...
G7 Cm
I whisper the trees: & quot; in the fall you have! & Quot;
             The F7
Oh, what boletus, butter mushrooms which
With Eb D7
line the funnel in the woods near Rzhev!
    The D7
I walk down the chutes, sliced ​​mushrooms,
      The Eb G7
and mentor - the memory of my fortune-teller,
         Cm Cm
whispers to me and whispers forgotten lines:
               D7 Eb D7 Gm
& Quot; I killed Rzhev ... I killed Rzhev ... & quot;

Not having time to even think about Tanya, of Nina,
remelting instantly into rivers, grass and mountains,
here forever mingled in the same mess
our namesakes Kovalev and Yegorov.
This is not to forget, and not a minute aside,
it gaping wound - salt from the salt shaker,
are we - you and I - began this funnel
and stand on the edge of the crater itself.

We went around her and sat down on the edge,
we sit - and the hearts of two parts dismembered.
A funnel such a magical green
and such boletus, butter mushrooms are! ..
Ns I know in which you yell nominative
the word & quot; war & quot ;, that boletus dressed ...
... This August, many fungi Rzhev.
                  D G7
just something to collect mushrooms got sick.
  Cm Gm
... This August, many fungi Rzhev.
                 D7 Gm
just something to collect mushrooms got sick.

August 1987