Текст песни Пикник и Вадим Самойлов - Этот мир не ждет гостей

Em
When all come to naught
                    Am
Three breaths will be together
Em
This world is not waiting for the guests
                   Am
And their children are not baptized
C Em H
But no land and homeland
Am Em H
In the blessed and holy fools

Only one sazheyu
Night sneak face paints
It will merge with the darkness
Something like an echo again
But no land and homeland
In the blessed and holy fools

gilded hands
What is missing is the whip
This world is not waiting for the guests
And their children are not baptized
But no land and homeland
In the blessed and holy fools