Текст песни Юрий Шевчук и группа ДДТ - Фома

Am f g c f g
I often do not believe that there will be winter,
Am F G C C7
When sowing at night is lying on the floor
F g c (em?) Am
And smear the burnt back kefir -
F G A7 EDIM (or F G C Am)
Stupid Foma without a Cross and Apartments -
F G C (C7) F G
I can not even believe that I live.

I often do not believe that in heaven
Our love Archangel rules.
You silently leave, I will stay alone -
Non-letoth dead man at the funeral,
Unable to fix this rite.

Our life is a field of rich mines.
I walked on him, I rushed on it.
And seeing how my friend rushes
I believe with difficulty in the cleaning fire
And often I do not believe in the fire of hands.

I often do not believe the big one,
When I get a little larger
Under dusty glass in lethargic sleep,
I often do not believe in the words of the blanket
About what else we are with you on horseback.

Swollen night squeezed whiskey,
On the face of her lanterns are blooming.
I shabby in the kitchen in a leaky triko,
Under the weight of the word WORD take off ...
How do you want to believe in your craft.