Текст песни Сергей Канашенко - Сезон молчания

Sergei Kupeeva Lyrics
Music by Sergei Kanashenko

Hm F # dim Hm F # dim
Push the hand is not the fire, Push the light.
Hm F # dim Hm Am H7
Coins jingle autumn - summer sale.
E G D E
From a drop of fine wine in a glass of tea
Gm D E F # dim
And rising in my season silence.

Photographer expose the decor, we put faces
And sub-mercury birds migrate in flocks.
A garden in the lake are of bad weather
And lips Istra mollusks - with soda taste.

Desert suburb window trembles and becomes wet.
And only ashes in the fire did not fall silent.
Above their heads - a bird cross the ring with the rains.
God did not give a pig will not eat us with acorns.

Push the hand is not the fire, Push the light.
Coins jingle autumn - summer sale.
From a drop of fine wine in a glass of tea
And rising in my season silence.