Текст песни Ната Котовская, Даниил Тихомиров - Флейта

Flute

Hm D C # m F #
Hm D Em F # m

Hm D
Know that you will not die,
C # m
While the boy playing the flute,
Em Hm
And the silver sound of flies
Em F # m
At the heart of the open summer.
Hm D
Know that you will not die,
Em Hm
While the bullet in the gun trembling,
Em D
While the song does not melt birches
C # m F # C # 7
Under the stove otgremevshego centuries.

F # m Hm
If the music here
D C # 7
And on the street sign someone
F # m Hm
Leave flowers on the pavement
D Cm
Under the feet of passers-frozen,
The essence of the sound of heaven
Opens languid and delicate,
As long as you quietly soaring,
Explain it really can not.

What swayed you,
In order to dissect the power of gravel
And in captivity wonderful hope?
(His eyes were gentle and, and accurate)
After all, today's nonsense
Enchant in their wine verses,
Make it so that everything was as before,
Ceased soul to bleed.

The time will be negligible
but compared to what we knew
And the space is filled with a sense,
And embrace the cosmic wind.
Know that you will not die,
While the light is extinguished in the smoky hall,
While the sound does not allow to move,
While a boy playing a flute.

(S) Nata Kotovskaya, vk.com/kotstihi