В подвенечном

Lose : Hm | F # m
Hm | D | G | F #

Hm D G F # m
In wedding dress white
Hm D G F # m
Strode out of the circle yes !
Hm D G F # m
Past the door on the way over the line ,
Hm D G F # m Hm F # m Gm
Carrying with it the dream of a long evening ...
A Hm F # m Gm A D
And no tears in his eyes ... and no tears in the eyes !

D Em D G A
We lost with you! We lost count of the words ,
Hm G A
We will part with you in the sky, like two flocks .
D Em D G A
Who is to the south, and who is to the north, and who will fly to ,
Hm G A Hm
Losing feathers and remembering how the door closed !

All goes quiet step , leaving only a trace .
Wind morning wings and shout !
Late ... vote no! And not to tear the ticket!
There is no way back !

We run away in all directions and trail tangle
In the asphalt plains newborn areas
Where the winter mixed with mud,
A spring there is no way at all !
Where in gray bricks we lost childhood
Faint trace !

On the roads , each with its jogging ,
Without looking back, open mouth swallowing night .
Unloaded neh.y take up the gun ,
And if made ​​the move - get to the heart of its ...
Fermented wine ... look through a glass darkly .

And , having gone through the rest of the day, we will gather
On asphalt plains newborn areas
Where the winter mixed with mud,
A spring there is no way at all !
Where in gray bricks we lost
A faint trace of childhood !