Вадим Курылёв и Электрические партизаны - За острый край мечты
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For the sharp edge
G# C# M A E
Behind the cloud the sky does not know much
H c#m a e
My guardian angel does not have time for me
G# C# M F# C# M
Medicine for fear - a hangover of sorrow
F# A G#
In my past life, the bells were silent.

I freeze over the body of love
In this new war, everyone for himself
And I am a soldier again, I smell like a frozen earth
Without a chance to survive in a battle with a void

E G# C# M A
From here, where the sails are expired without wind
E G# C# H B F#
And instead of the sky, only ceilings
E G# C# M A
For the sharp edge of the dream, where there is no way back
E F#
But there is a hope to die,
A g# C# m
Hope to die not from longing ...


I love when night, but running dark
And in neon light I burn bridges
The escalator underground, invisible rock,
Electric smell in the subway car
And the forgotten song beats out the window
Sundant love wounded messenger
Outside, nothing, transparent decline
Cold faith in extinguished lamps
From here, where the sails are expired without wind
And instead of the sky, only ceilings
For the sharp edge of the dream, where there is no way back
But there is a hope to die,
Hope to die not from longing ...