Полковник и Однополчане - 7 тысяч
текст песни

Em
Late hour half of the first

Seven thousand per motor
B7 EM C B7
Hum in the head in the eyes of fog
Em
And in me two bottles of white

Penalty, two
B7 EM
And another glass
C EM
Dizziness of glitches endlessly
C Am B7
Two images of one face

Chorus:
Em
How easy it is a little alive
B7
Crawl along the streets crooked

Through the bushes,
Em
Through the borders in a straight line
C B7 EM
But I'm a fighting pilot
B7
This is not the first thing for me

I know the way to the base
Am b7
as to your home

Em
Lay down on the course from the wall to the fence

Autopilot is sleeping
B7 EM C B7
Oh insolent, probably drunk
Em
No connection looked at the devices

How to go out onto the wing
B7 EM
Without a screw and without a steering wheel
C EM
No consideration of a corkscrew seems to be
C Am B7
In a puddle reflection of my face

Chorus:
Em
In the whole front hand
B7
Creep in the runway

Running, separation
Em
And I hover over the lawn
C B7 EM
Before the entrance, the turn
B7
Candle on the eighth floor
Am b7
And at the threshold made a dead loop

Em
I go quietly for landing

Sleeps the airfield
B7 EM C B7
Somewhere there was a sofa
Em
Angar is sleeping like everything is in order

But the oppeter is waiting for me
B7 EM
So the night ram again
C EM
Something flies in my head with a big way
C Am B7
And the analysis of the difficult to be difficult to do

Chorus:
Em
Air space is closed
B7
I was driven into the corridor

I am a fighter
Em
He settled in the tail with a bucket
C B7 EM
Bomber with a broom
B7
Walks on me
Am b7
This is how our native airfield meets us