Текст песни Дмитрий Авилов - Другая рука

Without lifting the visor,
Em am h7
Without lowering the shield -
Em am d7
Courage does not fit
G Am
But recklessness is futile.
H7

Is it worth the free to live in fear
Am em
In memory of the slave scourge.
C H7
One hand in a welcoming wave, Am
Em H7 C
Another hand on the sword.
Am H7 Em

Heir to a camping tent,
Bending, the roof is closing
Under the weight of the masonry
Under the burden of wild feasts

In the speeches of the heartbreaker, under the folds of skirts,
The demon is spinning voluptuousness.
In one hand - a cup for health,
The other squeezes the hilt.

The one that sleptly loved
Melting into the night like ash
It was, my dear, it was
Happiness without an admixture of evil.

Fire, water, copper pipes,
How could we resist
And fill your beloved lips with happiness
Clutching the sword hilt?

If not a wolf pack
If not a herd spirit,
Maybe turning the pages
Will I find these two?

The armor is worn out, the dress is worn out,
They do not live by the candle.
But one hand is in a handshake
Another hand on the sword.