Текст песни А. Розенбаум - Когда усталость валит с ног

Am Dm
When tiredness knocks down
G
And sleeps on the go
Cmaj
When the doorbell is silent
Hm7 E79- E7 Am
And the tea does not warm
H7
And even my beloved dog
Dm E7
With your tail between your legs
Am Hm7 E79-
No good awaits.

I remember the rules of the game
I'm going to the street -
My store is always open
It has port wine -
Wine of years gone by
When the father paid for the light
Thirty in the darkest year.

Chorus:
Dm7 G7
Doves coo, do you hear, let's take a step
Cmaj Fmaj
An old attic warmed by a warm roof.
Dm
And goosebumps -
E7 E79-
Little boy in the window
Am
Smiles at me.
Dm7 G7
All-merciful Lord, it's me -
Cmaj Fmaj
Maybe I dreamed, or maybe drunk.
Dm E7
Forty years almost one
Hm7 E79- E7
I rub the lamp like Aladdin
Am Hm7 E79- E7
Maybe it's gin.

Well, baby, are you doing
On the third floor?
The mirrors are still intact
And that's all right.
Cinemas are driving the plan
Full screen
Fan-Fan Tulip.

The leather sofa is gathering dust;
He is already a hundred years old, -
On it once you gave
Ace to ten
And singing his lips with a bull,
Dreamed of winning life by a point
And become an artist like Kryuchkov.

Chorus:
Look at uncle boy
Uncle is an artist.
Well your dream has come true
But how do you want to go down!
I hold the bird-heat with my hand
I would change with you
The pocket is empty.

To run out again
Into our huge yard
Climb with the boys
Over the fence,
And headlong rush into the world,
Where are played to the holes
Two decks of washing 1.

--Switch to the key of Hm--

Dry laundry hangs
Like flags in November
And the city from the roof is so beautiful -
Lose your mind!
You will soon sing about him
Grimy St. Petersburg gavrosh,
Clutching the bar like a Finnish knife

And you will be in heaven for a long time
With recognition to grow
Until then until you
It won't turn thirty.
But I blabbed, it's time
I leave my yesterday
Goodbye, no fluff, no feather.

--Move to C # key m--

When tiredness knocks down
And sleeps on the go
When the doorbell is silent
And the tea does not warm.
And even my beloved dog
With your tail between your legs
No good awaits.

I remember the rules of the game
I'm going to the street -
My store is always open
It has port wine -
Wine of years gone by
When the father paid for the light
Thirty in the darkest year.

Wine of years gone by
When the father paid for the light
Thirty in the darkest year.