Текст песни Сурган Валерий - Поль Мориа уймите скрипки

Em Am H7 Em Am H7 EM
Paul Moria, lean the violin! What is the load? His branded wheezes - not in French.
E Am Em.
While the row as coal burns -plastine is braided.
AM H7 EM-H7
Let him wrap up, then it will be angry.
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EM H7 EM-H7
Horseman Morning skipping, close pain, not tai, whose woman will pay, probably not yours.
Em E A.
The face is sad, the voice of the far-ahead of the heavens hand.
Em H7 Em.
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, dear.
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And someone Hamlet plays, over whom it is not kapel. And the new Hamlet is dying - go, Hamlet!
But the public pokes, as if he deplex. Let him pick up, it does not exhale it.
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In the Taganan Viennes, Moscow is fused.
And the widow with the face of French - a lot of years alive.
Won newspaper Foreign wildly turns his head.
Someone is strange, someone drunk, someone himself is semi-bodied.
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Em Am H7 Em Am H7 Em
In the monkey calmly, my son, is not crying. But this world means so much so much!
Em E Am Am ​​Em H7 Em
Lane is a deep-on-face face. Anode, lonely, lonely - to the end.