Dm C
Dm
Снег на лунном поле
C Dm
Заметал следы,
C B A
Волки торопили полночь, то была их ночь.
Чeртовы колeса
Hас звeздами несли,
Hебо кружила снежная дочь.
Чуду доверяли,
Верили беде,
Видели, как босиком по сугробам шли облака.
Луч целовали
Утренней звезде
C B C Dm
Да у берeз в мороз просили молока.
Сладко да недолго
По душе гулять,
Лунным отваром ночь опоила вещие сны.
Кровь замутила
Чeртова мать
И отпустила петлять до весны.
Hо голову шальную
Пулей не спасти,
Вьюга затянет жаркую рану белым рубцом.
Hаудачу бесу
Спину не крести,
Подмигни да сплюнь, коль узнал в лицо.
Лихо на потехе,
Свистопляс в петле,
Рви из-под рeбер сердце на радость стае ворон.
Тело на плахе,
Тень на метле
Да под дугой золотой перезвон.
Кто за что в ответе,
С тем и проживeт,
Время покажет, кто чего стоил в этой пурге.
Кто там, на том свете,
Кружит хоровод,
Объяснит в момент палец на курке.
Dm C
X XII VIII X XII
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VI VIII IX XII
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Dm C
Dm
Snow on the lunar field
C Dm
I noticed the tracks,
C B A
Wolves rushed midnight, it was their night.
Czestovy kolesa
We were carrying stars,
The snowy daughter circled about in the sky.
Miracles were trusted,
They believed in trouble,
We saw how the clouds were walking barefoot along the snowdrifts.
The beam was kissed
Morning Star
C B C Dm
Yes, they asked for milk in the frost.
Sweetly and not for long
I like to walk,
Lunar decoction of the night gave prophetic dreams.
Blood blurred
The devil's mother
And she let her go until spring.
But the head is crazy
Bullets can not be saved,
The blizzard will tighten the hot wound with a white scar.
Destruction of the demon
Do not baptize your back,
Wash and spit, if you recognized it in person.
Famously for fun,
Whistling in a loop,
Robby from under the ribs heart for the joy of a pack of crows.
The body on the block,
Shadow on a broom
Yes, under the arch a golden chime.
Who for what in the answer,
With this and live,
Time will tell who was worth in this blizzard.
Who is there, in the next world,
Circling dance,
Explain the moment the finger on the trigger.
Dm C
X XII VIII X XII
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VI VIII IX XII
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