Lyrics ХЭТ - Седина в бороду Бес в ребро
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Новый рассвет поднимает меня,
Я не видел его сто лет.
Новый герой наступившего дня
Вновь отправляется в свет.
На перекрёстке роза ветров
Обдувает со всех сторон.
Палец по ветру, вся жизнь – перрон,
Поезд, плацкартный вагон.
Пр.: Седина в бороду,
Бес в ребро,
Палец на курок
Нам всегда везло.
Седина в бороду,
Бес в ребро.
Сколько таких как мы полетело,
Кто шагал по земле босиком.
Чехол с гитарой, пустой карман,
Всё тот же поезд и тот же вагон.
Радугой в небе, лишь кончится дождь,
Сольются их души мостом.
Мы помним их песни, их имена,
Мы той же тропой идём.
Пр.: Седина в бороду,
Бес в ребро,
Палец на курок
Нам всегда везло.
Седина в бороду,
Бес в ребро.
A new dawn lifts me up
I haven't seen him in ages.
New hero of the coming day
Goes into the light again.
At the crossroads, the wind rose
It blows from all sides.
A finger in the wind, all life is a platform,
Train, reserved seat carriage.
Ex.: Gray hair in the beard,
Devil in the rib
Trigger finger
We've always been lucky.
Gray in the beard
Imp in the rib.
How many people like us flew
Who walked barefoot on the ground.
Guitar case, empty pocket
The same train and the same carriage.
Rainbow in the sky, only the rain ends
Their souls will merge with a bridge.
We remember their songs, their names,
We are going the same path.
Ex.: Gray hair in the beard,
Devil in the rib
Trigger finger
We've always been lucky.
Gray in the beard
Imp in the rib.
I haven't seen him in ages.
New hero of the coming day
Goes into the light again.
At the crossroads, the wind rose
It blows from all sides.
A finger in the wind, all life is a platform,
Train, reserved seat carriage.
Ex.: Gray hair in the beard,
Devil in the rib
Trigger finger
We've always been lucky.
Gray in the beard
Imp in the rib.
How many people like us flew
Who walked barefoot on the ground.
Guitar case, empty pocket
The same train and the same carriage.
Rainbow in the sky, only the rain ends
Their souls will merge with a bridge.
We remember their songs, their names,
We are going the same path.
Ex.: Gray hair in the beard,
Devil in the rib
Trigger finger
We've always been lucky.
Gray in the beard
Imp in the rib.