Текст песни Наутилус Помпилиус - Чужая Земля

Foreign land
(V.Butusov - I.Kormiltsev)
    Em
When I wake up - again will one
     C
Under gray skies province.
        Am H
Already lights light up like a puddle - eyes,
        C6 H
Like a drop of water - all dead star

         Em C
      Lie, lie on the bottom tinistom.
           Am H C6 H
      This night, this night

Thick plush curtains,
Scary iron fence.
I see only myself,
Everywhere I meet his gaze.

       Am
   Farewell to a foreign land,
       C
   But we are no longer possible.
        D
   We have become easier to fog
        Em
   We have become purer rain.
        C
   Once again, we come back here,
        D Em
   But who will tell us if:
        Am H
   & Quot; A Farewell to a foreign land,
       Em
   Farewell! & Quot;

Perhaps we have descended from heaven
Or are not born again.
What a bitter memory - the memory of
That will be then.

But the bus whisper in the night
Comforting delusions.
I hear the cry in the dark,
Perhaps this is a signal.

   Farewell to a foreign land,
   But we are no longer possible.
   We have become easier to fog
   We have become purer rain.
   Once again, we come back here,
   But who will tell us if:
   & Quot; A Farewell to a foreign land,
   Farewell! & Quot;