Lyrics Веня Дркин - Эх, сума моя

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Эх, сума моя
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Hm Em Hm А у принца весь двор -- только кошка да пёс
A Em F# Hm И в полях не овёс, а ромашки да лён.
G D Hm А а за полем утёс над рекою из звёзд.
Em Hm F# Hm Да на ветках берёз недоеденный сон.

A D A Эх, сума моя, сума.
F# Hm Во дворе дурман-трава.

G D A По утру на траву Дра уронил
D A Дом без окон, без дверей.
F#7 Hm В доме барин-лиходей,
G D A Без которого бы жил, не тужил.

Hm G D А у принца навет: что не криво, то вкось.
A Em F# Hm А молился ли? Нет ни лика, ни свеч.
G D A Em Свято дело - "авось", повелика да ость,
Em F# Hm И рябинова гроздь, и хаи ниже плеч

Эх, сума моя, сума.
Во суме два терема.
Один гроб, другой тюрьма.
Небогат…
Перебор да перезвон
И летит со всех сторон. До намыленных небес Благовест, свят…

Эх, сума моя, сума.
Грибоедов от ума.
Через красные снега
Преподал…
Ненаучную беду,
Да огнестрельную дуду,
На которой пастушок наиграл
Бал…
HM Em Hm And Prince has a whole yard - only a cat yes dog
A EM F # Hm and in the fields is not oats, but daisy da lung.
G D Hm. And behind the field I drown over the river from the stars.
EM HM F # Hm Yes on branches barks abdicted sleep.

A D a eh, sons of my, sum.
F # Hm in the courtyard of the dura grass.

G D A morning on the grass of the dragon drops
D a house without windows, without doors.
F # 7 HM in the house of Barin Lijame
G d a without which he would have lived, did not pass.

HM G D and Prince Naval: What is not crooked, then there.
A EM F # Hm and prayed? There is no face nor a candle.
G d a Em is holy business - "Avos", luster yes to spend,
Em F # HM and Rowanin Bunch and Hai below shoulders

Oh, sons of my, sum.
In Suma, two termes.
One coffin, another prison.
Nothing ...
Brune yes Peszvon
And flies from all sides. Before the worm of heaven, Blagovest, holy ...

Oh, sons of my, sum.
Griboedov from the mind.
Through red snow
Taught ...
Unscientific trouble
Yes firearm,
On which shepherd has played
Ball…
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