В Якубов - никто никому ничего... на стихи Веры Сухомлин
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E
Никто никогда никому ничего не должен.
H
Никто никого не обязан любить до гроба.
A E
Но только твой голос звенит у меня под кожей
C7# Fm H CCCH
По-прежнему нежно и невыносимо громко.
И мне этой дозы еще для десятка песен
И сотни безумных стихов непременно хватит.
Мне только бы знать, что здоров ты, доволен, весел –
И все хорошо. Лишь порою тоска накатит
A E
О том, что могло бы, когда-нибудь… Но не вышло.
A E
Мне в светлое «завтра» оплачен билет на кассе. C7#
Fm H E
Но алыми нитями в памяти образ вышит.
C7#Fm H
Никто до сих пор не затмил его, не закрасил.
Хотя и старались. Дрожащими голосами
Внушали, что лучше меня не найти на свете.
А я бормотала, буравя песок глазами,
О том, что взаимностью им не могу ответить.
E……..
Они обижались, пытаясь в укор мне ставить
Мои «непомерно завышенные запросы».
Но дело все в том, что нельзя никого заставить
Любить или не любить. Все предельно просто.
Любимым не строят клеток, не варят зелий,
Цепей не куют. Их свобода – всего дороже.
Ведь счастье – не клад для удушливых подземелий.
Никто никогда никому ничего не должен.
Вера Сухомлин
E.
No one will ever owe anything to anyone.
H
No one is obliged to love anyone to the coffin.
A e
But only your voice rings under my skin
C7# FM H CCCH
Still tenderly and unbearably loud.
And I still have this dose for a dozen songs
And hundreds of crazy poems will certainly be enough.
I just know that you are healthy, satisfied, cheerful -
And all is well. Only sometimes longing will roll
A e
About what could someday ... But it did not work out.
A e
I paid a ticket at the checkout in a bright “tomorrow”. C7#
FM h e
But the image is embroidered with scarlet threads in memory.
C7#FM H
No one has yet overshadowed it, has not painted it.
Although they tried. With trembling voices
They inspired that it was better not to find me in the world.
And I muttered, drilling sand with my eyes,
The fact that mutuality can not answer them.
E …… ..
They were offended, trying to put me in reproach
My "exorbitantly overstated requests."
But the thing is that no one can force anyone
Love or not love. Everything is extremely simple.
They do not build cells to love, do not cook potions,
They do not smoke chains. Their freedom is more expensive.
After all, happiness is not a treasure for suffocating dungeons.
No one will ever owe anything to anyone.
Vera Sukhomlin
No one will ever owe anything to anyone.
H
No one is obliged to love anyone to the coffin.
A e
But only your voice rings under my skin
C7# FM H CCCH
Still tenderly and unbearably loud.
And I still have this dose for a dozen songs
And hundreds of crazy poems will certainly be enough.
I just know that you are healthy, satisfied, cheerful -
And all is well. Only sometimes longing will roll
A e
About what could someday ... But it did not work out.
A e
I paid a ticket at the checkout in a bright “tomorrow”. C7#
FM h e
But the image is embroidered with scarlet threads in memory.
C7#FM H
No one has yet overshadowed it, has not painted it.
Although they tried. With trembling voices
They inspired that it was better not to find me in the world.
And I muttered, drilling sand with my eyes,
The fact that mutuality can not answer them.
E …… ..
They were offended, trying to put me in reproach
My "exorbitantly overstated requests."
But the thing is that no one can force anyone
Love or not love. Everything is extremely simple.
They do not build cells to love, do not cook potions,
They do not smoke chains. Their freedom is more expensive.
After all, happiness is not a treasure for suffocating dungeons.
No one will ever owe anything to anyone.
Vera Sukhomlin
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