Ольга Афраймович - Птицы мои - вороны
текст песни

A gift of unsolved am D
Winter dawn is on. Am d
Do the heart needs a lot? - Am G C E
Only an oversized candle. Am g c e
And I will sew on the iris of am D
Another patch, am D
You shake, Ivanushka, am g c e
My sick swallow. Am g c e
Autumn is parting am D
The last woman's month is Am D
Roads the soul-wrestler, am g c e
While she hopes ... DM6 E am
Svetla, DM6
Yes, my birds are crows, E F Adim-7
My secret road dm6 e am
Led DM6
In all four directions, E F Adim-7
And I chose - throwing. DM6 E Am
And this path is dissected by D Am
The acute in the world of the month, d am
Blonder scatters - am g c e
Pull - change. B7 F E am

Ah, I am not falling a star,
In winter - a handful of snow ...
Not so much memory torments
How the bones make his way.
I haven't stocked up a straw -
Close your eyes, repent -
But like a broken doll,
Eyes do not close.
There is no pebble on the pebble
So look at your own eyes:
Why, a fool Ivanushka,
Do you have such a patrimony?
Svetla,
Yes, my birds are crows,
My secret road
Called
In all four directions,
And I chose - suffering.
And this path is illuminated
The brightest month in the world
Glumber, know, rotates -
Frozen - won.

A little heart is heated
Sorting out affectionately
Then windmills
That chest with fairy tales.
And autumn treats herbs
And wolf berries,
The sun pours undiluted
On the damned patrimony.
And it would be cleaner, and it would be easier ...
And they know the truth of the crows -
How is the track from the square
On all four sides.
Voluntary,
Yes, my birds are crows,
My secret road
Dark
On all four sides,
And you choose the distant one.
And as if promised
Rest without parting -
Glorifier returns
In the birthplace ...