Текст песни Арон Крупп - Улица твоя неярким солнышком полита...

Dedicated A.Chulanovu

Hm Em F # 7 Hm
Street your dim sun poured.
  Em A7 D
In a room crowded with books and paintings from the roots.
   H7 Em A7 D
Some of his friends, a fan of the Neolithic,
  Em Hm C # 7 F # ​​7 Hm
I scribbled on the wall of the Neolithic men.

   H7 Em A7 D
Rushing on the wall of blue antelope,
  C # 7 F # ​​7 Em6
Clouds of arrows fly: from ancient ancestors will be a feast.
   H7 Em A7 D
Where are you, Sanka? Returned whether in Europe,
Em Hm F # 7 Hm
Ile sailed into the forest, and can climb to Pamir?

            Em A7 D
Chorus: Not often, Sanka, God knows, not often
          C # 7 F # ​​7 Em
        It will give us svidetsya, even rarer - to have a drink.
        H7 Em A7 D
        The aircraft will be dispersed into the clouds - and that's that.
          Em Hm C # 7 F # ​​7
        That makes your name, the crazy whim.
          Em Hm C # 7 F # ​​7 Hm
        That makes your name, the crazy whim.

Behind thirty years, a little bit,
The depth of the Siberian rivers and cold rock walls.
Somebody lay down a song, and you got
Fold them to people with a sharp tip antennas.

And while there is no peace, and women there is no law,
And the wealth of some - yes a backpack camera,
And two more hundreds of places that are familiar,
And two hundred people who will be happy to see you.

Chorus.

April 1969 - Spring 1970