Текст песни Барда - Весна на разбитых мордах

G Em
      What a pity the beauty of guitar chords
Am C D
Spending on complete nonsense
           G Em
What a pity that the word can not fill
C D
What I want to say
            C D
What again heart spring haggard
G Em
Amid the bare hearts
       C D
And there will be guitar and face smashed,
     C D G
And it's logical end.

       What a pity that between the lofty matters
Thought chooses bed
And easier not to argue with persistent body
And just break down and give
And with whom - that is far away - that drinking
And who - then forgotten and woven crown
And after the guitar and smashed face
And it's logical end.

        The song that young and old,
Anyone who feels light
Those who regretted my guitar,
At the time the answer is "no."
They do not have to try everything,
All the chances to use, everywhere in time.
They live among the people as the people
And to them I would like to sing.
        Em C D G Em C D Am D Am D G