Текст песни Игорь Саруханов - Пьеро

Em
Hanging by a thread Pierrot
G
Crazy and funny.
C
All this would be old,
Am Hsus4 H
Kohl was not used to me

Em G
It was I that year
C
Change can not way
Am D7
A time-puppeteer
G C
He leads me forward
Am Hsus4 H
And do not give sleep
C Am H
Relax

And somewhere splashing river
And grown grass,
But the hand is raised
And the written word.

And fingers three sheets,
string and into the blood,
And a broken pen.
Again, love waits
Cardboard love
cardboard Piero
Piero ...

CHORUS:
Em G C Am H
A Pierrot hangs by a thread ...
Em G C Am H
A Pierrot hangs by a thread ...

Lies Piero among the grass,
He looks up calmly.
The thread is broken, but, alas,
With her broken life.

Poems, paper and pen
Washed off the wave.
And it is so old,
Though it was not me
And maybe with me
With me...

CHORUS

Hanging by a thread Pierrot
Crazy and funny.
All this would be old,
Kohl was not used to me.