Текст песни Юрий Визбор - Деревня Новлянки

Dm A7 Dm C7 F D7
Let's take a horse here! Bottles here, bagels!
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Bring friends, I was in my village - Novlyanki!
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Bring friends, I was in my village - Novlyanki!

In Novlyankah minds strong. In Novlyankah smokes yes sled,
Yes, in the old boots, but the word itself - Novlyanki.
Yes, in the old boots, but the word itself - Novlyanki.

There's a cat sitting by the window, squinting at the lane.
There wolf moon hangs over the helmets of gray trees.
There wolf moon hangs over the helmets of gray trees.

There's no meanness there zhist - POTATO yes logs,
And if you hit - that hand, and not a statement.
And if you hit - that hand, and not a statement.

There's a frame hanging on the wall of the capital stock.
And "Boeing" noise in the company box, brother, "Lufthansa".
And "Boeing" noise in the company box, brother, "Lufthansa".

While silver snow under a black beam lunischi,
The road we road in the birthmarks ashes.
The road we road in the birthmarks ashes.

Well Bring me to where eternal rest promised -
Away from the People's Court, far from black women.
Away from the People's Court, far from black women.

For what I have in Moscow, in its valley in spree?
I fancied my waking village - Novlyanki.
I fancied my waking village - Novlyanki.

February 3 - March 29, 1976