Lyrics Олег Медведев - Слева по борту рай

Turn away from the flag, Am F
Observing how G C
Burning paper Am F
At sunset in the hands. C G
His task is simple: Am F
Morning ragged flesh G C
To the gates of the abandoned paradise Am F
Knife pin. C G

On the left, on board a paradise, Am C
The wind rushes into the distance - where will we catch up with him? Dm G
In the twilight of dog eyes Am F
The northern star slowly drifts away. Dm G
Or the wind will catch up with us Am Dm
And he will take by the shoulders with swift palms - G E E7
On the left there is a paradise, on the right is a paradise, C G Am Dm G Am
Right on the way paradise. Dm G Am

How to wake up - at once
In Hajj to holy places,
Inflamed Eyes
Carload nystagmus,
What will remain in the pupils -
All poles, wires -
And so far up to the border,
Forever, forever ...

On the left, on board the paradise -
Where the sky is a color of dark blue,
Like a laryngophone
Clinging to his throat a dream incomprehensible,
I'm out on the link, and the stars -
As forget-me-nots on moccasins,
And on the left on the board is a paradise, on the right on board a paradise,
Right on the way paradise.

Spilled our summer
On a concrete wall,
In the fingers of the cigarette goes out -
Hence, there is no air.
Hang on, hover, behind us,
Only hold on tight,
Makai patchwork banner
In the creosote breeze.

On the left, on board the paradise -
Hold on, Sisyphus, drag your stone to him,
Let the butterflies on the shoulder
Straighten their wings, seeing as there, in the distance,
Morning gnaws the trap
And he smiles with broken fangs,
And on the left on the board is a paradise, on the right on board a paradise,
Right on the way paradise.

Now look for this map,
Where can we drink water,
Now look for this map,
Where do we hide the tracks,
If the body is under hooves,
If the mind is extinguished,
If completely lewisite
A gas mask is eaten.

On the left is a paradise,
Tired fool, smile under your mask,
Throw out your watch -
You do not need to know what time it is,
Unscrew the cap
And fill the flask with shaman green,
On the left, on board the paradise, on the right on board the paradise,
Right on the way paradise.

Rather on the bandwagon to stand up, as in the morning in the stirrups, Am Dm G E7
Igor is in a hurry while Yaroslavna is sleeping. Am Dm G Am
Pops Leviathan, riveted back, Am Dm G E7
On the left there is a paradise - that on the sea, that in the steppe. Am Dm E7 Am
Sings blue steel, flying between the stars, Am Dm G E7
In the arteries, a target is cut, faceted like a ruby. Am Dm G Am
On the left, on board a paradise, an electric locomotive laughs, Am Dm G E7
The Leviathan laughs, popping up from the depths. Am Dm E7 Am
On the left, on board the paradise, on the right on the side of the paradise, Am Dm G E7
Right on the way, paradise - I close the circle. Am Dm E7 Am