Текст песни Эдуард Хиль - Песня бродячего певца

Am F Dm E Am
Fisherman goes to his dangerous journey. & Quot; Bye & quot ;, - said his wife.
Dm Dm FE
Maybe he'll have to relax, asleep on the sandy bottom.
Am FG Am
Fisherman cast his eyes on the beach, dark wag his hand ...
F F Dm F E
If the fisherman did not come back, he found peace at sea.

 Am F Am F
 It is better to lay in the darkness, in the blue cool mist,
 Dm F F E
 Than to suffer in the harsh, cruel cursed earth.
 Am F Dm F
 It will sound the water will fly year
 Dm F Dm F E
 And in the white fog will disappear Black city.

Fisherwoman cry, falling on his face. The fisherman could not explain,
That crying is not necessary that he chose the best of the roads.
Let orphans its simplest, way and have such
If the fisherman did not come back, he found peace at sea.

 Am F Am F
 It is better to lay in the darkness, in the blue cool mist,
 Dm F F E
 Than to suffer in the harsh, cruel cursed earth.
 Am F Dm F
 It will sound the water will fly year
 Dm F Dm E Am
 And in the white fog will disappear Black city.