Текст песни Кошка Сашка и Хельга Патаки - Колыбельная

Lullaby
 
    C Am
The third week of bad weather:
  F # H7
Wind storm a cold city.
Gray umbrellas, gray face,
In a whirlwind of rain drowned the capital.
White angels, wet feathers,
I have them especially I do not believe it.
Autumn is racing in the wet roof,
We're leaving higher and higher.
 
  C D Hm Em
Under the noise of tears wet roofs
Hurry to sleep, my baby.
Once we can fly
  C D Em
Archangels good we did not catch.
 
What we sang is not difficult to see,
We do not want to offend.
Fear Inquisition invented by people,
These fires - traces of our illusions.
You see, in the distance blazing fires,
The pools - the pieces of a broken guitar.
Good angels, white feathers ...
Sweetly singing, but, boy, do not believe them.

Under the noise of tears wet roofs
Hurry to sleep, my baby.
Once we can fly
Archangels good we did not catch.

Dark basement and iron doors -
Cut off the wings for us what we were singing.
Sad face on a red muzzle.
Net ticket - for lyrics and chords.
Circulations in the old streets,
Heaven Moscow floods the fires.
We are driving on the slippery roof,
And we sing, and take off all of the above.
Cat Sasha, 23.10.2001g.