Текст песни Ростислав Чебыкин - Выйду в дальний путь

When I get tired Am F
Find answers to questions, G Am
Not believing that they Am F
Looking for someone, G C
I climbed up to the attic, G Am
And dig out the old staff, F G7 C
And he went on a long journey. E7 Dm E7

I will go to those regions,
Which is not really,
But I'll make it there
On the banks of the river.
There's too early at the dawn
In the dense forests singing flute
And the dancing flames.

There's a castle on the hill
Princess snoozing soundly -
It does not move in a dream
And do not even snore.
And I'll come to it,
But I will not kiss her -
Let still sleeps.

I also look in
By the gray-haired grandfather, astrologer,
And we'll talk
On various trifles:
On war and peace,
About sages and idiots,
About jiffies and eyelids.

And I'll go back,
In the attic of his staff hide,
Firewood thrown into the fire,
What went on without me,
And wonder what
What in the world was different.
And so that every time.

Am F Dm E7 Am