Lyrics Данилов и Гейнц - Долгие сны зимы
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Dm
Gm
Разбуди меня в семь на февральской заре:
C7
F
Я не помню совсем, что такое зима
Gm
A7
В остывающих за облаками дымах.
Gm
Bb
A7
От смолистых поленьев рука в янтаре.
Осторожно развей предрассветную мглу,
Непонятное всем одному объясни
И, свернувшись калачиком, тихо усни
Где-то в сердце моем, в заповедном углу.
Dm
Gm
C
F
От меня до тебя половина земли.
Gm
Bb
A7
Dm
В переливах небес серебра полукруг
Dm
Gm
C
F
В этой звездной ночи я сегодня разлил
Bb
Для тебя, милый друг.
A7
Dm
Для тебя, милый друг.
Будет верная дочь приполярных широт
До рассвета настойчиво тайны стеречь,
Но замолвлено слово, затоплена печь,
Распряженные сани стоят у ворот.
Этой русской тоске и не век и не два,
Это странная сказка забытых земель,
Нет давно ни царевен, ни спящих Емель.
Мы с тобою вдвоем уцелели едва.
От меня до тебя половина земли.
В переливах небес серебра полукруг
В этой звездной ночи я сегодня разлил
Для тебя, милый друг.
Для тебя, милый друг.
Для тебя этот дом, для тебя этот дым,
Для тебя этот снег, что мне с детства знаком.
И не страшно, что век проживешь дураком,
Страшно то, что свой век проживешь ты с другим...
Разбуди меня в семь на февральской заре:
Я не помню совсем, что такое зима.
Вечер окна зажег в одиноких домах.
От смолистых поленьев рука в янтаре.
Разбуди меня в семь...
Dm
Gm
Wake me up at seven on the February dawn:
C7
F
I do not remember at all what winter is like
Gm
A7
In the clouds that are cooling off smoke.
Gm
Bb
A7
From tarry logs hand in amber.
Carefully razve pre-dawn haze,
Unclear explanation to all
And, curled up, quietly fall asleep
Somewhere in my heart, in a reserved corner.
Dm
Gm
C
F
From me to you half of the earth.
Gm
Bb
A7
Dm
In the midst of the skies of a silvery semicircle
Dm
Gm
C
F
In this starry night I spilled today
Bb
For you, dear friend.
A7
Dm
For you, dear friend.
There will be a faithful daughter of circumpolar latitudes
Before dawn persistently guard the secrets,
But the word is shut up, the furnace is flooded,
The drawn sleigh stands at the gate.
This Russian yearning and not a century or two,
This is a strange tale of forgotten lands,
There has long been no princess or sleeping Emel.
You and I both barely survived.
From me to you half of the earth.
In the midst of the skies of a silvery semicircle
In this starry night I spilled today
For you, dear friend.
For you, dear friend.
For you this house, for you this smoke,
For you, this snow that I have known since childhood.
Also it is not terrible, that you will live a century the fool,
It's terrible that you will live your century with another ...
Wake me up at seven on the February dawn:
I do not remember at all what winter is.
The evening of the window was lit in lonely houses.
From tarry logs hand in amber.
Wake me up at seven ...
Gm
Wake me up at seven on the February dawn:
C7
F
I do not remember at all what winter is like
Gm
A7
In the clouds that are cooling off smoke.
Gm
Bb
A7
From tarry logs hand in amber.
Carefully razve pre-dawn haze,
Unclear explanation to all
And, curled up, quietly fall asleep
Somewhere in my heart, in a reserved corner.
Dm
Gm
C
F
From me to you half of the earth.
Gm
Bb
A7
Dm
In the midst of the skies of a silvery semicircle
Dm
Gm
C
F
In this starry night I spilled today
Bb
For you, dear friend.
A7
Dm
For you, dear friend.
There will be a faithful daughter of circumpolar latitudes
Before dawn persistently guard the secrets,
But the word is shut up, the furnace is flooded,
The drawn sleigh stands at the gate.
This Russian yearning and not a century or two,
This is a strange tale of forgotten lands,
There has long been no princess or sleeping Emel.
You and I both barely survived.
From me to you half of the earth.
In the midst of the skies of a silvery semicircle
In this starry night I spilled today
For you, dear friend.
For you, dear friend.
For you this house, for you this smoke,
For you, this snow that I have known since childhood.
Also it is not terrible, that you will live a century the fool,
It's terrible that you will live your century with another ...
Wake me up at seven on the February dawn:
I do not remember at all what winter is.
The evening of the window was lit in lonely houses.
From tarry logs hand in amber.
Wake me up at seven ...