Текст песни Иван Шуйский - Здесь вторник, чикита

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Here Tuesday, Chiquita.
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And on Tuesdays
Hm
my conscience
Em
It hurts.

Em
All last night
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I heard
Hm
something in me
Em
shouts and beats
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in the wall -

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even a little
Hm
bit, and I
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will carry.
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Maybe later
Hm
I will tell you
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all.

For a silver ruble,
I would have shot you a vest.
If you think,
it is not the biggest secret
that the walls of Bedlam -
lime fragile, thin cardboard.
If I can, I'll tell you
all.

Who rifle, one for every door will pass
The local evil is calling me El Coyote.
Sister Rabbit, you're obscene,
how I love.
More syllable, and I'm sure you arrive.

Here Tuesday, Chiquita,
and on Tuesdays fuse is removed
sit very quietly,
and not taking coins from view,
while she dances,
and melts the ice in the glass waste,
if you have time, I'll tell you
all.