Текст песни Андрей Козловский - Лифт на родину Мао

D G A D
How not to dodge, and time is short.
     Gdim F # Hm Em A
And things do not grow wiser from slow books.
   D Hm G D
I get up in the elevator to the home of Mao,
    G D Hm A
At the highest roof under the stars.
   D Hm G D
I get up in the elevator to the home of Mao,
    G D Em A
At the highest roof under the stars.

Gritting ropes, banging on the walls,
I am drawn to the light, like a bucket from a well.
And I have no doubt that someday all of us
We'll have to go where the living is not live.

And that there would be a door to me I did not break;
Fire, water il pathos of copper pipes
Anyone who rides the elevator to the home of Mao,
He was already enough that he goes.

   Hm Hm7 G D
Each of us knows how to enter, so as not to leave.
   Em Em7 A7
And since I still live, live, not survive,
At different speeds we go up in the elevator,
At the highest roof under the stars.

But time, time, time is short.
And do not get smarter by slow books.
I get up in the elevator to the home of Mao,
At the highest roof under the stars.