Текст песни А.Н. Островский - Черный рынок

Vyacheslav Malezhik

Am E.
The black market was sneezing a barustic, but red price
E7.
I was pushed by an antique tray
AM.
Offered to try on coat
Someone in the cry befall,
A7 Dm.
Someone is angry hiker bouncing after me
AM.
Someone nervously stuffed
E7 AM.
Tsarist Chervonets in a snotty handkerchief

What I lost here,
In this dirty wastewalk
Knee in the mud did not stick to lick
Not to get hung down
And I came, healthy,
Or something bought - awry the banner
On which there is an invigorating motto -
"True Fool!"

Chorus:
DM.
Che-black market
Odd or even
AM.
Che-black market doctor cripples
E7.
Che-black market
AM.
Odd or even

Let dreams fly away
Like gray geese
Let them live if you can live
Not in me, so in yourself, if something is valuable
Black Market Buy me cheaply, I'm not trading
And sell three prices, three big as happiness,
Like happiness prices

Chorus.