Текст песни Крематорий - Газы

gas

(Grigoryan)
G
It is quiet as a whirlpool, inevitable as karma.
C G
He asks, "Who is my mama?"
And, pretending to be a black man, running across the savannah,
    C G
Priceless core squeezing in his pocket.

          D Em
   He throws questions, looking dangerous
       C Em
   He wants to go to infinity in space,
       Am C G D Am C G D
   He is smelling gases
              Em
   He is smelling gases ...

In the depths of his poisoned, his voice hoarse
Getting lost soldier who fell at Ypres.
I prick it hurt sharpened hooks,
I carry out my duty in Varfolomeeva a night.

   A breathing gas, coughing blood, crying.
   He already knows what it means,
   He is smelling gases
   He is smelling gases ...