Текст песни Тимур Шаов - Ночной Свистун

Intro 4/4 | Dm | Dm |

Whistles, whistles, infection, under the window, | Dm A7 | Dm |
Well, no Lyubki, why are you, creature, whistling? | F Dm | A7 |
Freshly, in the dark, a cat fell from the roof, | D7 | Gm |
The trees bend, let the reeds rustle. | B7 | A7 |
And what a sinister night such, | D7 | Gm |
Wandering lights on the graveyard, | E7 | A7 |
On such a night, usually samurai | Gm | Dm |
Canal to the border by the river. | A 7 | Dm |

The pipe burst, from the basement it smells of rot,
The lover whistles for the third hour in a row.
On such a night to make a fairy tale come true
Winter was on a gop-stop brotherly taken.
A drunken fly buzzing in a glass
I sprinkled salt, it seems to be in trouble.
On such a night, Van Gogh cut off his ear,
But Grozny cracked his son on the bastard.

A fly went to the bazaar and bought a samovar, | Dm | E7 D # |
Come, damn it, I'll treat you to beer! | Dm | F A7 |
Damn glance at the hour, he is not low not high, | Dm | E D # |
Hello paranoia, I'm your thin spikelet! | Dm | B7 A7 |

The futurist is grumbling from the screen angry:
"Alas, you people have been beating the clock!"
A mixture of John, Nostradamus and Globa,
Apocalypse scares, son of a bitch.
"The Star of Wormwood will fall, devastation is coming,
And brother will take his wife away from brother
And Piglet will kill Winnie the Pooh.
The end of an era, let’s all go down! "

That's how you live, rowing money with a shovel. | Dm | Dm |
There’s a trumpet call - all down the drain. | D7 | Gm |
Like, Last Judgment, call a lawyer, | Gm | Dm |
With little things to the exit, in full growth! | B7 | A7 |
And this one is whistling, on the tune of your Lyuba. | D7 | Gm |
The squalid lot of abandoned men! | E7 | A7 |
What is he to Hekuba, what is he to Hekuba? | Gm | Dm |
Would go, it’s better, squeezed acne. | A7 | Dm |

Bayu-bayushki-bayu, go to bed, your mother! | Dm | E D # |
Do you want, dear boy, will I sing a song? | Dm | F A7 |
Tomorrow will be day again, at night, boy, you have to sleep. | Dm | E D # |
Come to us Freddy Krueger shake our baby! | Dm | B7 A7 |

The sorrow is light, but there is no imperative
What are you whistling, "Capital" is already written.
Throwing tables out the window is, of course, ugly,
But I will throw so that on the spot.
The icteric moon is tormented by cirrhosis,
Swings on a pipe Archangel Gabriel,
And above is God tormented by the question:
What the hell did he do all this?

Distorted space, place, time, | D # | Dm |
Homeless people at the entrance you will take for the Magi: | D # | Dm |
"Sholem Aleichem, how is the weather in Bethlehem? | D # | Dm |
What do you need in the country of sleepless whistlers? "| B7 | A7 |

But who are you, masters of the night whistle? | D7 | Gm |
What power will stop you? | E7 | A7 |
I'm going to vote for the Communists - | Gm | Dm |
With them at least at night will be | A7 |
With them, at least at night will be | B7 |
With them at least at night will be | A7 |
Curfew. | A7 Dm |