[Tags | Vysotsky, poems] Ballad of the fight by Vladimir Vysotsky oplyvshih Amid candles and evening prayers, Em Am7 (Am A7 Dm) Among the spoils of war and peace fires H7 Em (E7 Am) Lived books kids who did not know the battles, F # 7 (FH / F #) exhausted by their small catastrophes. Am H7 (Dm Esus E7) Children forever chagrin of their age and life - Em F # 7 (Am H7) And we fought to abrasions, injuries to death ... H7 Em E7 (Esus E7 Am A7) But we patched clothes mother in time - Am Em (Dm Dm6 Am) We book swallowed, drunk with strings. C H7 Em (Dm FE E7 Am) hair stuck us on sweaty foreheads, and sucked cooper lighting in his stomach from the sweet phrases. And circled our heads smell struggle From the pages yellowed Gathering of us. And we tried to comprehend, cooper lighting not knowing the war, for war cry took bout secret word "order", the appointment of borders, meaning an attack - and the clang of war chariots. And in a boiling cauldron of past troubles so many slaughterhouses and food for our little brains! We are on the role of traitors, cowards, FTI in their children's games appointed enemies. And the villain tears not allowed to cool, and lovely ladies promised to love, And, friends and neighbors comforted loving, We are introduced ourselves as heroes. Only in dreams cooper lighting can not permanently escape: Em Am7 (Am A7 Dm) A brief moment in fun - so much pain around. H7 Em (E7 Am) Try to let go of the dead palm F # 7 (FH / F #) and weapons to take out the tired hands. Am H7 (Dm Esus E7) Try, seizing the sword still warm, Em F # 7 (Am H7) and wearing armor that how much, how much who, H7 Em E7 (Esus E7 Am A7) Try who you are - a coward il chosen destiny , Am Em (Dm Dm6 Am) and taste the taste of the real struggle. C H7 Em (Dm FE E7 Am) And when the next collapse wounded cooper lighting friend, and over the first loss you vzvoesh grieving, Or when you suddenly without skin stay Because killed him - not you! - You will understand that I learned, featured, found By grin took - it's Death grin. Lies and Evil - look, their faces are rude and always behind the crow and coffins. If the meat with a knife you do not eat any pieces if, hands folded, watching from above, and the fight did not come with a villain, with the executioner - So, you were in life at anything to do with it! If the path cutting through her father's sword, you salty tears into their heads wrapped, if in a hot battle experienced that how much - So, your books do you read in childhood!
Friday, January 17, 2014
[Tags | Vysotsky, poems] Ballad of the fight by Vladimir Vysotsky oplyvshih Amid candles and evenin
[Tags | Vysotsky, poems] Ballad of the fight by Vladimir Vysotsky oplyvshih Amid candles and evening prayers, Em Am7 (Am A7 Dm) Among the spoils of war and peace fires H7 Em (E7 Am) Lived books kids who did not know the battles, F # 7 (FH / F #) exhausted by their small catastrophes. Am H7 (Dm Esus E7) Children forever chagrin of their age and life - Em F # 7 (Am H7) And we fought to abrasions, injuries to death ... H7 Em E7 (Esus E7 Am A7) But we patched clothes mother in time - Am Em (Dm Dm6 Am) We book swallowed, drunk with strings. C H7 Em (Dm FE E7 Am) hair stuck us on sweaty foreheads, and sucked cooper lighting in his stomach from the sweet phrases. And circled our heads smell struggle From the pages yellowed Gathering of us. And we tried to comprehend, cooper lighting not knowing the war, for war cry took bout secret word "order", the appointment of borders, meaning an attack - and the clang of war chariots. And in a boiling cauldron of past troubles so many slaughterhouses and food for our little brains! We are on the role of traitors, cowards, FTI in their children's games appointed enemies. And the villain tears not allowed to cool, and lovely ladies promised to love, And, friends and neighbors comforted loving, We are introduced ourselves as heroes. Only in dreams cooper lighting can not permanently escape: Em Am7 (Am A7 Dm) A brief moment in fun - so much pain around. H7 Em (E7 Am) Try to let go of the dead palm F # 7 (FH / F #) and weapons to take out the tired hands. Am H7 (Dm Esus E7) Try, seizing the sword still warm, Em F # 7 (Am H7) and wearing armor that how much, how much who, H7 Em E7 (Esus E7 Am A7) Try who you are - a coward il chosen destiny , Am Em (Dm Dm6 Am) and taste the taste of the real struggle. C H7 Em (Dm FE E7 Am) And when the next collapse wounded cooper lighting friend, and over the first loss you vzvoesh grieving, Or when you suddenly without skin stay Because killed him - not you! - You will understand that I learned, featured, found By grin took - it's Death grin. Lies and Evil - look, their faces are rude and always behind the crow and coffins. If the meat with a knife you do not eat any pieces if, hands folded, watching from above, and the fight did not come with a villain, with the executioner - So, you were in life at anything to do with it! If the path cutting through her father's sword, you salty tears into their heads wrapped, if in a hot battle experienced that how much - So, your books do you read in childhood!
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