Текст песни Денежные Ассоциации - 7

Removes an overnight bag with shoulder
Was it a bag full of stars.
Bubnov poem old potter
Himself a funny poem.

& Quot; My Jug, do you hear me,
Keep warm home.
You are my ancestor, my relatives,
I'm flesh and blood, your descendant & quot ;.

CHORUS:
& Quot; I am ever the same,
Know become clay.
Someone's heart will continue
On lap potter & quot ;.

In the light of the Moon dropped her lap,
Above the clay to judge,
And the weight of the wine ages
Vlyuvalas a future vessel.

Pitcher watched from warm hands
Through defeated fatigue,
And, like the Earth, rotating circle,
And, like a circle, the Earth rotated.

CHORUS.

G D Em Hm Am D - 2 times
G D Em C G D C D - 2 times
Chorus: Em Hm C G