Текст песни Б. Кинер, М. Цитриняк - Черный ворон

Am
I do not sneak, not fate
Dm
Black mountain-a-a-mi
Em
Do not thirsty forehead
Am em
Black winds
Am
Not with the stars, with the moon,
Dm
Not under the black one
Em
Don't push my palm
                       Am em
The doors are squeaky ...

                  Am dm
    And I dream of a cliff right from the mountain cliff,
           G C Em
    Where it sits, covering its eyes, the old raven is black,
                    Am dm
    Old raven, black lies. Everything he waits, yawning,
                Em am
    Until my blood flows out of the wounds ....

I don’t understand anything. On a high bed
Kiss not to calm someone’s wondrous trembling,
Not grabbing a shoulder on the edge of a cliff ...
Why so hot, why happily ...

        Chorus

I did not break intoxicated into the void of the collapse,
Nothing of the kind has happened to me.
It has not happened so far - and there will be no case:
There are no black mountains, doors are not creaky.

        Chorus