Текст песни Полковник и Однополчане - 7 тысяч

Em
Late hour half past twelve

Seven thousand per motor
B7 Em C B7
Hum in the head in the eyes of the fog
Em
And I have two bottles of white

Penalty, two hundred
B7 Em
And one more glass
C Em
Vertigo glitches without end
C Am B7
Two images of one face

Chorus:
Em
How difficult it is to be almost alive
B7
Crawl the crooked streets

Through the bushes
Em
Over curbs in a straight line
C B7 Em
But I'm a combat pilot
B7
This is not the first thing for me

I know the way to the base
Am B7
how to go home

Em
Lay down a course from wall to fence

The autopilot is sleeping
B7 Em C B7
O arrogant, probably drunk
Em
No connection looked at the devices

how to get on the wing
B7 Em
No screw and no rudder
C Em
No consideration the corkscrew seems
C Am B7
In a puddle the reflection of my face

Chorus:
Em
In all its ceremonial glory
B7
Crawling down the runway

Takeoff run
Em
And over the lawn I'm soaring
C B7 Em
Bend before the entrance
B7
A candle to the eighth floor
Am B7
And at the threshold made a dead loop

Em
I go quietly for the landing

Sleeping airfield
B7 Em C B7
There was a sofa somewhere here
Em
The hangar is sleeping, everything seems to be in order

But the despatcher is waiting for me
B7 Em
So again the night ram
C Em
Something flies into my head in a big way
C Am B7
And debriefing will be difficult

Chorus:
Em
Closed air space
B7
I was driven into the hallway

Me a fighter
Em
Perched on the tail with a bucket
C B7 Em
Bomber with broom
B7
Goes on a shave behind me
Am B7
This is how our native airfield greets us