Текст песни Халкин-Гол - Настоящая любовь

Hm D A Em
The sky for half an hour, the air for five minutes.
Hm D A Em
Glass eyes call me with them
Hm D A Em
Dying a hundredfold from sweet melancholy.
Hm D A Em
And he is so beautiful and his heart is torn to pieces.

D A Em G A
True love

Morning will make you lie, collect nightly sins.
And, tired of believing and waiting, funny verses burn out.
And the noise of the evening streets will whisper: "I do not like"
And the evening will kiss those who climb into the noose at night.

True love

Autumn as a quiet song penetrates into my dreams.
The rain is crying with me, waiting for spring.
The sound of broken glass will echo
And suddenly it flares up in a moment:
Death is just a payment for what was

True love