Текст песни Под гитару - Дочь вождя

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Grieving tribe , no rain
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The custom - old burn beauties .
F G Em Am
And all the beautiful daughter of the leader / 2 times
F E Am
Burn it promolvel elder . /

17 years, the time of love
gold clothing shine
And so it goes to the fire
And people gaze lowered

Here she came to the fire
Clothes put a number
And then people realized
Oh, how beautiful she was .

That lit a torch
And firewood flashed like gunpowder
But the screaming was not with fire
There was only a heap of ashes .

A Sound , and the rain has gone
The custom of old confirmed
A leader went home sad
He took leave of his daughter