Текст песни Наутилус Помпилиус - Отход На Север

Departure to the North
(V.Butusov)
 Gm F D # D
Black on white, things get tough
        Gm F D # D
Everything becomes flat as a plate
        Gm F D # D
Everything becomes sharp, turning in trouble
        Gm F D #
Scares me every new your gesture

      D Gm F D # D
   It's time to north

I was born to be sure of our dreams
And losing you, I curse myself
For the fact that a child is not used to being with you for you
I'm the illegitimate son of October

        Cm
      Go, go, I have time
         Gm
      I'll say goodbye to fire
           Cm
      What a pity that I can not
          C # D
      To think or cry about it

   Retreat to the north

White on black oil spreads
And it is not kept within the canvas
My hands slide, I can not hold back
Heard the third order & quot; from the propeller! & Quot;

   It's time to north

I did not want to leave for later
I want to shoot out now
I am willing to retreat from the heat of the north
But for some reason it sounds like an order

      Go, go, I have time
      I'll say goodbye to fire
      What a pity that I can not
      To think or cry about it

   Retreat to the north