Текст песни Никей Ико - ТЕМНИЧНЫЕ ПОБЕГУШКИ

Dattle blues
"I sit behind the grille ..."
Pushkin
| E +4; 3 | F | 4; 5 | 4; 3 | 4; 2 |
Saw, brother, run from this mrazie | E +4; 3 | F | G | F |
From these places filled with Brechney
Here you never become a friend,
To whom you should be, yourself.

All our feelings of us, alas, are summarized
Until we cleaned those feelings
And all that you can offer you here
Immerse in an even greater prison.

Run, friend, spend in a circle.
The movement is life, not by studying the darkness.
Look for that corner to you where
We are glad and where you will be glad too.

Your savior is always hidden in you
Saving abyss marathon.
Do not hold back it, run and you will see
What many of the same fugitives.

And with every circle will change everything
In you, all the more around
Save yourself and thousands to save
Following you, I will venture.

Do not believe that someone has already done for you
And that his victory is only to admit
Enough and stand certainly
With him in short. Everyone must save himself.

Saw, friend! Sweep on everything, save!
You waited a long time that someone saved
Do not wait! Run! Run from this mrazy!
At least in the cameras face corner.
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