Lyrics Олег Медведев - Странная Сказка

A strange tale with a ridiculous end - Hm
In the open field a driver drove, F # m
Blizzards clung to his face, Hm
He is frozen in a snowdrift and sticks out. F #
And past ran running animals, G D
Birds flying, Hm F # m
Eyes flung open like doors Hm D
Glassy looked up ... A Hm

But here he got up and threw the dead body G
Bait for black birds, D Hm
He walked like a convict from the shooting Em A
With a kernel across seven boundaries, D Hm
He walked away, and he went out to the gates, Em A
And the winds fell to the feet. D G
White cats prayed on the roofs of Em F #
Fluffy their gods ... G F # Hm

In the morning on the plane will lie dew,
Time is rushing "H", but for now
Aerodrome sausage
Fills with the wind of the side.
You will be the second, you always wanted to
To be with the snub nose to "you",
Your plane was flying, flying.
And he broke off the screws on the star ...

Ah, these white stars are silent guards,
They never sleep,
And slug past, but not missed
The thirteenth star.
What a strange thing, brothers -
I'm even a little sorry
The poor asterisk number thirteen,
Fused into the dural ...

Do not look, do not look back,
Leaving this gloomy edge.
Morning rises, you are his soldier,
Your business is "Drum links, zwei, drei".
Let only dust and decay ahead
Yes, the empty skins of vipers,
But there are born to crawl,
Shoals fly south.

So it means - hello, free brothers of heaven,
Mamelukes of the seventh day!
Old earth planetary weight
Do not cling more than me.
Where to fly - now no matter what,
Windy and light ...
Heavenly clouds, eternal pilgrims
Fall under the wing ...