Текст песни Яков Коган - Мосты

Am Gm Am Em
As we stand at its bridges,
   Am F Am H7
fists their ashes warming,
Em H7 Em E7
Having filled three thousand sheets,
Am E Am
Not knowing where the pain point.

 H7 Em H7 Em
But when the towers of the city
 G E A Am
shadow fall on our ashes,
 H7 C E Am
we understand that it is still close
   Dm6 Dm7 E5 + E
to those of us within it seeks.

     C G E Am
    Teshtes thought, my dear,
      Dm E Am
    it is still possible to reach us ...
     F E F A
    Where is our station -
     Dm Dm7 E
    only bridges burned, but an echo.

Well we are, what benefits
Stoyanov of ridiculous?
Not find dead words,
not come together through the distance ...

Do not see, do not find, do not sing -
My God, as it has become clear!
He ran the life of our third
Somehow unnoticed ran ...

    Teshtes thought - still to come,
    It will be all right, all over again ...
    Lord, the sun rises out
    At the side of the last berth.

    Teshtes thought, my dear,
    it is still possible to reach us ...
    Where is our station -
    only bridges burned, but the echo ...

 
J. Kogan