Текст песни павел пиковский - Вернуться Домой

Capo on the 3rd fret

Intro: C, F

C g
Either dream of me, or dream of
F g c
Whether in memory, or in delirium,
C g
That some kind of blue bird
F g c
He calls trouble over the road
F c
But whatever trouble happened
G Am
Even the cold, blind, dumb,
F C G C
I would like to go home on a September morning.

And the bird does not have wings - the right hand,
And her right hands are cold
At night this strange bird
Flies easily to the moon
I do not care what she prophesies to us,
Under my big blue
I would like to go home on a September morning.

God doesn’t wash it off with rains,
Do not crush boulders of stones,
They say that it doesn’t happen,
But she flies to me
Sometimes I sing to her about happiness
And she repeats after me
F C G C G
What she would also like in the morning, to return home.
F c
She would also like in the morning
F c
In September with a little hangover,
F C G C
Having forgotten your destination, return home.