Lyrics Сутра Подсолнуха - Кто тебя выдумал
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Am E Am Dm
Am Dm E Am E
Am Dm E Am
Мы входили в этот город - сильные, смелые
F C Dm E
И стучали по камням каблуки сапог
Am Dm E Am
В ужасе прятались старые, глупые
F C Dm E
Выбегали радостно дети на порог.
F C Dm Am
Мне тебя жаль, кто тебя выдумал такую нелепую
F C Dm E
Пусть костры из книг горят, за окном весна
F C E Am
Мне тебя жаль, кто тебя выдумал недалекую
F C Dm E Am
Выходи же на порог, обними меня.
С неба улыбалось солнце – доброе, жаркое
Из витрин разбитое сыпалось стекло
Бабушки, дедушки – серые и скучные
Ахали и охали – им не повезло
Am E Am Dm
C G C E
Так победным маршем шли – вечные, бодрые
И счастливые светились миллионы глаз:
К нам толпой бежали дети – быстрые, мудрые
Желтыми тюльпанами осыпали нас
Am e am dm
Am Dm E Am E
Am dm e am
We entered this city - strong, brave
F c dm e
And heeled the heels of boots
Am dm e am
In horror hid old, stupid
F c dm e
Happily ran out the children on the threshold.
Fc dm am
I feel sorry for you who made up such a ridiculous
F c dm e
Let the fires from the books burn, outside the spring
F C E Am
I feel sorry for you who made up the near
Fc dm e am
Come out on the threshold, hug me.
The sun smiled from the sky - kind, hot
Broken glass poured from shop windows
Grandmothers, grandfathers - gray and boring
Ahali and groan - they are not lucky
Am e am dm
C g c e
So victorious march went - eternal, vigorous
And happy millions of eyes shone:
Children ran to us in a crowd - fast, wise
Yellow tulips showered us
Am Dm E Am E
Am dm e am
We entered this city - strong, brave
F c dm e
And heeled the heels of boots
Am dm e am
In horror hid old, stupid
F c dm e
Happily ran out the children on the threshold.
Fc dm am
I feel sorry for you who made up such a ridiculous
F c dm e
Let the fires from the books burn, outside the spring
F C E Am
I feel sorry for you who made up the near
Fc dm e am
Come out on the threshold, hug me.
The sun smiled from the sky - kind, hot
Broken glass poured from shop windows
Grandmothers, grandfathers - gray and boring
Ahali and groan - they are not lucky
Am e am dm
C g c e
So victorious march went - eternal, vigorous
And happy millions of eyes shone:
Children ran to us in a crowd - fast, wise
Yellow tulips showered us