Текст песни Федор Волчик - Прости меня за всё на свете...

poems by Igor Belkin

Forgive me for everything, Am F
For what was and what is not,
For a hundred songs undetected,
For not killed in the war!
Other heads folded
On mountain steep and in the snow,
And I live, sometimes false,
Sometimes exploding on the run.

The world, as always, breathes unevenly - C E Am F
That pneumonia, then bronchitis, C E Am G
And people a billion chips C E Am F
Playing in past sins C E Am Dm
And in the real ...
And echo
To a long time decayed in the darkness
That cocky swagger,
Then sprawled on the ground ...

4times in

Forgive me!
For what, I do not know
But I blame myself a hundred times
For not walking on the edge,
For timidity to the present day.
He rumbles in a hysterical loop
Misunderstanding of oneself
With a heavy splash ashore
Dead for nothing guys.

And I'm alive, almost healthy!
Nearly...
Let that bullet be
That the heart is bloody,
You forever damned!
She slowed down in the sand,
And I squeezed the grass in a handful ...
Forgive me, my Russia,
For non-living sorry!