Текст песни ОЛЕГ МИТЯЕВ - Маршрутка

Am7 Dm
Now it's fresh in the morning
E Am E
Now don't expect warmth.
Am7 Dm
Powder the snow
G G + C
The country - and everything.

Gm6 A7 Dm
And my heart wants spring, but my heart is struggling,
G C E7
The minibus flies into the blue dusk,
Am Dm
And thank God the road doesn't end
E Am
And always returns home.

Of course it's not like that
Of course life is more difficult
But you understand, weirdo,
It can be harder

And colorful garlands are reflected
In the fragments of the puddles of the eternal night
And an unfamiliar fellow traveler smiles at you,
And he just looks and is thoughtfully silent

Hm7 Em
When minibuses are sleeping
F # Hm F #
In the snow, shoulder to shoulder
Hm7 Em
They fly in a dream
A A + D
As I - where I want.

Am6 H7 Em
And we tell ourselves: everything is just beginning
A D F # 7
That we, of course, are early to retire,
Hm em
And thank God that the road doesn't end
F # Hm
But he always returns home.

Am7 Dm
Now it's fresh in the morning
E Am E
Now don't expect warmth.
Am7 Dm
Powder the snow
G G + C
The country - and everything.

Gm6 A7 Dm
And my heart wants spring, but my heart is struggling,
G C E7
The minibus flies into the blue dusk,
Am Dm
And thank God the road doesn't end
E Am
And always returns home.