Текст песни Симонова Алина - Такая игра

AM H7 HM7-5 AM H7 HM7-5 AM

Am.
Such a game: to run away from destiny.
Em.
Non-hard thing, science for weak.
F.
And I'm so weak that running over Ughabam,
HM7-5 E7.
Topch garden, stitching poles.
Am.
And I'm so weak, that another step,
Em.
Another tiny step - and take off.
F.
And, apparently, in the sky I keep like this,
HM7-5 E7.
Because no one descends the dogs.

Such a game: to run away from destiny.
For the most meditar, for the most lazy.
And I'm so lazy that unbearably
Your own litter to take out of the hut.

And I am so notazing that there is no words.
And my word will never hear.
And so I take off everything higher and higher
In the absence of the heads raised up.

Am Hm7-5 E7 AM HM7-5 E7 AM
This is such a game. Such a game.
HM7-5 E7.
Without visible rules.
Am Hm7-5 E7 AM HM7-5 E7 AM
Where are you? It's time to come! It's time to come!
HM7-5 E7.
Let's play!..

Such a game: to run away from destiny.
For the calm, empty and inflated.
My people fool minutes from idleness,
What was issued for the eternal struggle.

And I feel so easy, because it is empty.
And I am so easy, because the poor is.
Where am I flying? Yes, definitely not to God.
Since, as can be seen, not that height.

This is such a game. Such a game.
Without visible rules.
Where are you? It's time to come! It's time to come!
Let's play!..