Текст песни Вадим Курылёв - Последний Адам

Am
I love to write on scraps of winds,
D
In a crowded sky giving rise to sorrow
C F
All aircraft will drop carpets here
D Am
From the patterns composing his first February

Naselle soul unfinished house,
How to believe that the numbers will open a secret
In the best of all worlds imperfect,
Who would be the word that does not have?

Between mystery and reality pierced with a spear,
Neutralized by the wind and the whisper hours
Sleep, sleep for collecting Adamic days
Fills the sails breath catchers

We stepped to the edge of Nedopetaya day
By changing the facial expressions in the dark
Our dreams illuminates half of the moon,
Lost in the sky his twin

Em Fmaj7
What you are looking for, how do you like?
Em Fmaj7
What do you know there
Em Fmaj7 D G Am
On the threshold of eternal life, the last Adam

I love to write on scraps of winds,
In a crowded sky giving rise to sorrow
All aircraft will drop carpets here
From the patterns composing his first February