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"Thirteenth Constellation" / "And on our street Spring!"

                F # m
They have Pegasus and Parnassus
Kush on the jackpot. The bash on the bash.
And the Papuans, near the ticket office,
They crave a new coven.
             Hm
They bring art to the masses
Causing ecstasy
             C #
And Drums-Barabasy
Polish the pelvis.
           F # m
They have clothes and naiads
All sorts. Life and buzz.
The coolest of the squires,
To pump fashionable.
                   Hm
For them, ethers, and lyre
Roofs, steeper posters
              C #
But if the cheese has holes,
Then a shish sticks out of the holes.

                D A E
Chorus: And in our street spring!
               C # F # m
                And in our street spring!
                D A E
                And in our street spring!
               C #
                And on our street
                            And on our street
                                          F # m
                And in our street spring!

They step on the left, right,
Popki up, buttons down,
Already fanned by glory,
Counting on an encore.

And from the stalls to the balcony
The sea at the feet.
Here is this entire attack of the clones
Do not envy me, son.
 
Still live in the white world
Who drank water from puddles
Who left the warm stand
Under the shooting of winter cold

Everything, everything, is on sale,
But remember one thing:
Bulat does not bend, silk does not tear,
Do not fade fleece.

 Chorus: And in our street spring!