Текст песни ARTETA - Я не буду на небе

Am C
My breath is steadily empty roads
Em
Strings fall on the sheets under the piano notes
Am
As long as we're near or alone
C Am
The gods make up days somewhere in the east

And I compose stereo a little further north
From my thoughts I gradually make matter
I am human. I have little time allowed
Don't lose yourself in the sea of ​​a million opinions

I'm not a poet or a genius in any way
Not a great actor. I'm not with these not with those
Not Yesenin and not Cobain. Not some Eminem
And I won't go to heaven. I will be a ghost

Days flew by. Alleys barely swept away blizzards
The flame of the white moon. Shadow patterns on the floor
Sorry. It's easier for me to hate on the idea
Sailing on a ship from doom to cradle

Verse 2

But while I'm on earth I ask my questions
To the address of heaven. Who and what was I created for?
My eyes, soul and mind are directed towards the stars
But why are sorrows mostly about the frivolous?
Why do I blame love? She's not to blame for anything
Appreciate freedom. Sparta once fell for her
The moon would burn, the fifth sonata would play
Everything else is dust of the era of the atom and quantum
An empty room, but at least not a white chamber
Not living water. Arbat is not visible from the windows
No gold, no even a sideboard for him
I'm not a poet, but I'll be an eternal sunset fan

At least in the world of the edges of my dimensions
Someone will become a memory, someone will become oblivion
I will swim to death from the cradle
And I will become a ghost, but in your player
Am C Em
I'm extremely sorry, but ... I won't be in heaven. I will not be in heaven ...
I'm extremely sorry, but ... I won't be in heaven. I will not be in heaven ...

Words author: Vadim Artamonov