Текст песни Наутилус Помпилиус - Эти Реки

These rivers
(V.Butusov - I.Kormiltsev)
 Fm Dm
Vaska-Curve killed three fishermen
   Fm Dm
Honed a scrap pin.
 Fm Dm
Turned out his pockets and scored silver
     G # G
Nearly four rubles.

    Fm C
   Shook the bag and found in a backpack
         Fm C
   Half a bottle of crappy wine.
    Fm C
   Drank wine and fell asleep on the sand,
           G # G
   Became red river wave.

      B Fm
      These rivers flow into nowhere,
         B Fm
      Flow anywhere without falling.
      B Fm
      These rivers flow into nowhere,
         G # G
      Flow anywhere without falling.

Vaska curve tied in a dream
And went into the city to court.
Hot now judges, they are not hiding,
Brew cold drink cups.

   And above them fly-bitten coat of arms,
   Terrible emblem of cast lead.
   And it plowman blood drenched sickle
   And sickle blood blacksmith.

      These rivers flow into nowhere,
      Flow anywhere without falling.
      These rivers flow into nowhere,
      Flow anywhere without falling.

Vaska curve, waking at dawn,
Without charging lead into the corridor.
Deaf corridor and schepbaty brick,
And tile floor is laid.

   God Mom fought at the entrance to the prison
   On the iron door head.
   But with tile Vaskina blood
   Washed with water from hoses convoy.

      These rivers flow into nowhere,
      Flow anywhere without falling.
      These rivers flow into nowhere,
      Flow anywhere without falling.