Текст песни Ольга Афраймович - Идиот-1

Either tar is dearer to me, or honey? Am Dm-6 Am
Cradle, wind, swing it on yourself. C Fm C
And the nicest thing is that idiot - Bdim-7 F
That leaves before the tea boils. Dm6 E A
Small spool - but more expensive than others, A Dm-6 A
What's under the sky like an eyesore, C Fm C
Hey baby let's swim without guilt Bdim-7 F
In a storm on the sea and in an old basin. Dm6 E A

In a storm on the sea yes there is no one -
Do not recognize and catch the fugitive
Than with such a face to wait for the verdict -
It would be better for you to be completely without a face
Than to forget for a bad fortune-telling -
Better than a ringing void drunk
Look how merrily they lead to the slaughter:
From the heart - a stone and from the eyes - a veil! ..

Either the muddy water has settled down,
Either the wind sang lullabies -
I can hardly remember how they enjoyed themselves
What it was before the tea boiled.
Was it tar, or honey?
Cradle, wind, carry it far away -
So that even that idiot is forgotten
So that milk does not dry on the lips.