Текст песни Сурган Валерий - Ах, какая пропажа

Ah, what a loss - winter has disappeared!
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Ah, what a loss - winter has disappeared!
        A dm
But do not chase her north.
  Dm gm
Snow dies, waters go crazy
     C7 f
And in April he sowed his songs
         A b
Well, what about me? - this is not given to me.
      GM A B D7
Give me neither autumn nor summer
     Gm dm
Give me February - three pines under the window
     A dm
And the sunset blown by the wind.

The golden strip of forests lay down
The wind in the door scrapes like a tramp
I'll sit quietly at the edge of the table
No one neither in hope nor in burden.
Everyone is looking at you - I look at one thing
As a corvette swims away
My jolly february - three pines under the window
And the sunset blown by the wind.

Ah, how little I have done on this earth!
Not baptized, not learned, not stressed,
Not like a thunderstorm, not like a rock,
Only children and mothers need
Well, what are you all about Cinema, about Cinema -
Life is not over, the song is not sung
Here you are, brothers, February - three pines under the window
And the sunset blown by the wind.

I swear even the Bible, even the cross,
What was born not for nothing:
That is to write me Christ on a stern canvas
Is it a magic to search for a stone.
My dears, wine is not guilty
There is no veto on the fire
And February is guilty - three pines under the window
And the sunset blown by the wind.

You look at me like you're looking for something
You grab any word
Like you want to find in the midst of my path
What you call love
But at heart this thing is noticeable
Like a scream at night unrequited
February rages there - three pines under the window
And the sunset blown by the wind.