Текст песни ДДТ под гитару - Осенняя

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F g e am
Heaven on horse
On the autumn parade
Knead the dough from those
Who is presented to award.
And in the box lies about the war.

I live on scales
In this quality of the year.
My song, of course,
Rainy.
My song is not sung ...
And not dressed.

My song - answer
Letters Anna and Lisa.
Spray wind hangy
In the wet cornices,
Gathered their lips spring ...
And she disappeared.

Loss:
F g e am

I'm with trouble on my shoulders
Doplet to the road.
Die - nothing
If you drink a little.
But prevents from you ...
Our me.

Where danger and nonsense -
There are living graves.
Us for loyalty and bread
Raise for a pitchfork.
This fall is payable.

Dance on the deviras
Turns of the eyelids.
And no one end,
Even those who are not dreams.
Our song with you
In the clouds.

And while nothing
Nothing happened.
I still remembered yesterday
That life I dreamed.
She became this fall.

Chorus:

And if around -
One famously
And if the circle is
Too thin
Love all of us
Lord, quiet.
Love all of us
Lord, loud.

Sometimes our life
Overgrown with flowers.
This means my friend,
He passed between us.
But see it
Not easy.

And if around -
One famously
And usual to us
Too thin
Love all of us
Lord, quiet.
Love all of us
Lord, loud.
Love all of us
Lord, quiet.
F G E.
Love all of us
God...

Coda
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