Текст песни под гитару - мам я бросил курить

Am
I went home from school the school
FROM
I met with the sick and sorrowful day
Dm
How bad shots
E
Thin jet Whip city.

As if the blood on the robe
Mud spattered trees
Someone else in the Chamber
On this holiday, on your birthday.

Chorus:

Am F Dm
Mom, let them fall and thunder are knocking at our house
E
With me you always.
Mom, I quit smoking and night to wander
As pomnish then.
Mom, I'm in your bedroom put the flowers
As in the past year.
Mom, how cold it since then, as the day
He brings us trouble.

I opened the door himself in kvartitru
His key is not the same as before.
Everything is different in the world
On the day that was once your holiday.
Remember the flowers that behind
I put away, coming home from school.
And outside the window was a wall
The noise of October, rain and lightning.

Chorus.
You know how quickly tore the page
From the diary in a dark basement.
I'm not very much studied
Your naughty unlucky.
How up late somewhere disappeared
Silently waiting, praying and weeping.
All anxious for his son
See, how it happened, everything is different.

Chorus.
I went home from school
I met with the sick and sorrowful day
Autumn bad shots
Thin jet Whip city.