Текст песни Акустические Ботинки - Вербное воскресенье

G c
Palm Sunday,
G c
Where are you, my faithful
Em On
My servants,
Em On
My Other.
One all alone,
I am all abandoned,
Even you,
My eyes moist.
Where this is where w have you seen
To like the girl of marriageable age,
Waited - well, suddenly
You will hear a knock.
Chorus.
D Em G
Almost rose to the third floor
D
My mate,
       Em D
And what I drink a row -
                               G
Sorokagradusnuyu poison.

Palm Sunday,
Letters - is the emblem of it,
Hands stretched
To him the fire.
I sit there at the door, I
Ile room Meyrueis
His step,
As a pilgrim,
Listen, listen, listen,
All ears turned to me,
Trills zvonka-
Lark.

Chorus.
Already grown to the third floor
My mate,
And what I drink a row -
Sorokagradusnuyu poison.

Chorus.
It has long been grown to the third floor
My mate,
And what I drink a row -
Sorokagradusnuyu poison.