Текст песни Белая Гвардия - Игра в бильярд

And again, I am looking for something that is not:
    Fm7
That is not wine, it is not a cigarette,
        B7
And my rotten fairy-tale castle is the barn,
           Eb G7
The old housekeeper asks: & quot; Play! & Quot;

Again under me caved cornice
I still remember where the top and bottom where,
But the old housekeeper did not know what the hell, and paradise,
He just smokes and asks: & quot; Play! & Quot;

Lose: Cm Fm | Cm Fm G7

    I play these games for a thousand years,
    Under sheets and crunching under rattle coins
    And he charges his gun,
    So, the music will drive!

He has the keys to my locks,
He has the keys to my shackles
He has the keys - he will give them to me,
This bunch of keys on his belt!

Again, I was on the edge,
I'm not afraid of anything, I'm just standing.
He says that the globe - such a hole!
And urged: & quot; Play! & Quot;

    And I'm playing well, I have no equal!
    In the rain on the roof, in the ring planets.
    I push billiard balls,
    He has the keys to my game!