Текст песни Портрет Дориана Грея - Беда

G am
Everything was too good
And you say: "The trouble is sudden."
F em
She comes in stages:
Tolerant, worse, complete shock.
Misfortune comes by chance
As a guest unexpected, unexpected
And, even more so, uninvited,
And he drinks your tea without demand.

There is more than one misfortune
Always taking my retinue with me
And he won’t leave as long as he’s full
She will not be drunk.

The trouble is on fire
Another flickering hope.
Here is a dispute between disaster and me between:
Tolerant ... Worse ... Worse ... Shock!