Текст песни Федор Волчик - Прости меня за всё на свете...

poems Igor Belkin

Forgive me for everything, Am F
For what was and what is not
For a hundred songs unfinished,
For not killed in the war!
Other heads folded
On the mountain steeps and in the snow
And I live, sometimes fake,
Sometimes exploding on the run.

The world, as always, breathes unevenly - C E Am F
Either pneumonia, then bronchitis, C E Am G
And people are a billion chips C E Am F
Play past sins C E Am Dm
And in real ...
And echo
Long decayed in the darkness
That petushino is swaggering
Then sprawled on the ground ...

4times in

Forgive me!
For what, I don’t know
But I blame myself a hundred times
For not going around the edge,
For timidity to the present day.
He rumbles in a loop of tantrums
Misunderstanding yourself
With a heavy splash ashore
The dead for no reason guys.

And I'm alive, almost healthy!
Nearly...
Let there be a bullet
That my heart is stained with blood
Cursed forever by you!
She braked in the sand
And I clamped the grass in a handful ...
Forgive me, my Russia,
For nonliving forgive me!