Текст песни Дмитрий Беранже - ЧАПАЕВ И ПУСТОТА

Chapaev and emptiness

In the ward for crazy em
Lies the Grand Thinker am
His coles with HM
Those who went crazy Am L Hm
Caught his consciousness em
Suffering the terrestrial abode am
And the flesh overnight became HM
How for the Soul Prison Am L EM
Chorus:
Chapaev and emptiness Em L D L am
Go along the edge of the canvas em l d l c
In the inner Mongolia, Am L EM
In their native places. Hm L Em.
Chapaev and emptiness Em L D L am
Em L d L C closed their mouth
They are like gods in pitch darkness am l em
And they have a conscience. Hm L Em.

He is here a patient of a madhouse
Sleeping and scored
He is here schizophrenic full
Weak, barely alive
And somewhere in the twentieth century
He is busy a great battle
He spelled on horseback
Brave fighter, hero.
Chorus:
Chapaev and emptiness
Go along the edge of the canvas
In the inner Mongolia
In their native places
Chapaev and emptiness
Closed their mouths
They are like gods in pitch darkness
And conscience they have chista