Текст песни Аноним Шолта - Стакан на половину пуст

Dm
This day is harsh: like the wind in an arch,
F7
Heat in the cinder, temperament in the cook,
A #
And parko: like walking under an escort,
G
To be in the play a hero, a moon, a wolf howl,
Long drunk, Charles Baudelaire,
Or the carpenter Noah, we whine so much
It's scary to be the first, nerves trembling
Exorbitant measures
Gm
the glass is half empty
Firsthand, so be it.

Second segment: the mind is so small
From cult songs, like a ring on edema,
But mold: souls shell like milk eats
She is under the feet of the bumps, Augustine the Blessed,
I add a line, put a period at the end,
But good is not good, I'm on Zhivago's tram,
Damn you gotta be arrogant
But the glass is half empty
Firsthand, so be it.