Текст песни Александр Башлачев - От винта

Em

Am em
Hand on the shoulder. Wing seal.
Am em
In the barracks of problems - a bath day. The notebook got wet.
Am em
I know why I am walking on earth.
Am em
It will be easy for me to fly away.

Am em
Three minutes before the wax ball. A quarter to death.
Am em
With seven torn skins, at least a tuft of wool.
Am em
But how you want to live - no less than to sing.
Am em
Tie my thread into a knot.

Cold April. Hot dreams.
And viruses of new notes in the blood.
And every target of the coming war
Laughs and waits for love.

Our attending physician will warm the solar syringe.
And the needles of the rays will find our blood again.
Don't, don't cry. Sit and watch
How love goes by the throat.

Catch it with your mouth - the glasses are tight.
Torpedo chord to the bottom!
Last spring promotion poster
Shakes the window square.

Hey hole temple blind horde
Understand, it's never too late to take off your armor.
Kissing a piece of trophy ice
I silently walk towards the fire.

We are rat geeks. We are the stepchildren of birds.
And every third is still a cartridge.
Lie and watch like a nuclear prince
Carries his whip to the throne.

Don't cry, don't regret. Whom do we feel sorry for?
After all, you, like me, are an orphan.
Well, what are you, dare! We need to fly!
Well, from the screw! Everything from the screw!