Lyrics Михаил Щербаков. Песни 84-89 - Крым 2
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Крым - 2
4/4 Dm B Dm Gm Dm Gm6 A7
Ни на чью не посягну честь, не точу ни на кого меч,
Cm G#Cm D7 Gm A7 Dm
Но одна мечта во мне есть, распрекрасная из всех мечт.
D7 Gm D# Gm A7 Dm B F
День за днем она растет вширь, я ей раб и я же ей царь -
D7 Gm A7 B D7 Gm A7 Dm
Это с виду только я хмырь, и нагоняю на людей хмарь.
А на деле я хочу смочь, улететь из этих мест прочь,
И гляжу все время вдаль, вдаль, но отсюда не видать, жаль.
Улететь хочу, как в том сне, по веленью колдовских чар;
Самолет не подойдет мне, - мне воздушный подойдет шар.
А мне люди говорят: "Брось! Ну куда тебе на шар влезть,
Все ты как-то от других врозь, а ведь сам-то не бог весть, кто есть.
Ты для нас," - говорят,- "вообще ноль. Ишь, удумал про чего петь!
На шарах летать - дурак, что ль? На-ка вот тебе транвай, едь!"
И несет меня трамвай вдаль, и грызет меня печаль - грусть,
Не туда, куда хочу - жаль! Ну так что ж, куда-нибудь, пусть!
Вы ж, мадам, не лейте слез здесь. Как-нибудь не пропаду там,
И вообще, я не умру весь, разве только от любви к вам.
Даже если расшибусь вдрызг, отыщу среди живых щель.
Распадусь на миллион брызг, - хоть одна, да попадет в цель!
И летит трамвай во весь пар, и пускай летит, и черт с ним,
А я все также помню свой шар и по-прежнему хочу в Крым.
Crimea - 2
4/4 Dm B Dm Gm Dm Gm6 A7
On whose honor I do not infringe, I do not grind a sword for anyone,
Cm G # Cm D7 Gm A7 Dm
But there is one dream in me, a beautiful dream.
D7 Gm D # Gm A7 Dm B F
Day after day, it grows in breadth, I'm her slave and I'm her tsar -
D7 Gm A7 B D7 Gm A7 Dm
It's only the mind that I look like, and I chase people to sleep.
But in fact I want to be able to fly away from these places,
And I'm looking all the way into the distance, into the distance, but I can not see from here, I'm sorry.
I want to fly away, as in that dream, by the spell of sorcery;
The airplane will not suit me, - the air ball will suit me.
And people say to me: "Drop it! Well, where do you get on the ball,
All of you somehow apart from others, but in fact, it's not God knows who is.
You are for us, "they say," in general zero. Look, I thought about what to sing!
On the balls to fly - a fool, eh? On-ka here you trance, go! "
And the tram carries me away, and sadness grieves me - sadness,
Not where I want to - sorry! Well then, somewhere, let it be!
Well, madam, do not pour tears here. Somehow I will not disappear there,
And anyway, I will not die all, except from love to you.
Even if I break myself, I'll find a gap in the living.
I'll fall into a million splashes, - at least one, but hit the target!
And the tram flies to all the pairs, and let it fly, and the devil with it,
And I still remember my ball and still want to go to the Crimea.
4/4 Dm B Dm Gm Dm Gm6 A7
On whose honor I do not infringe, I do not grind a sword for anyone,
Cm G # Cm D7 Gm A7 Dm
But there is one dream in me, a beautiful dream.
D7 Gm D # Gm A7 Dm B F
Day after day, it grows in breadth, I'm her slave and I'm her tsar -
D7 Gm A7 B D7 Gm A7 Dm
It's only the mind that I look like, and I chase people to sleep.
But in fact I want to be able to fly away from these places,
And I'm looking all the way into the distance, into the distance, but I can not see from here, I'm sorry.
I want to fly away, as in that dream, by the spell of sorcery;
The airplane will not suit me, - the air ball will suit me.
And people say to me: "Drop it! Well, where do you get on the ball,
All of you somehow apart from others, but in fact, it's not God knows who is.
You are for us, "they say," in general zero. Look, I thought about what to sing!
On the balls to fly - a fool, eh? On-ka here you trance, go! "
And the tram carries me away, and sadness grieves me - sadness,
Not where I want to - sorry! Well then, somewhere, let it be!
Well, madam, do not pour tears here. Somehow I will not disappear there,
And anyway, I will not die all, except from love to you.
Even if I break myself, I'll find a gap in the living.
I'll fall into a million splashes, - at least one, but hit the target!
And the tram flies to all the pairs, and let it fly, and the devil with it,
And I still remember my ball and still want to go to the Crimea.