Текст песни Лора и Эжен д'Альби - Сага боевых лошадей

The saga of combat horses

------ 6 5 4 3 2 1
Am9 = 0 0 2 2 0 0
Am11 = 0 3 2 2 0 0

// Run D in the 2nd and 4th verses:
e - 2--3-2-0 -----
B - 3 3 -------- ---
G - 2 ---------- 2

Intro: Am (V) G # m (IV) Gm (III) Am (V)

     Am D
Ha cool salted fragile grains
     F G (III) Am Am11 Am Am9
sighing deck
       Am D
Has, cereals sliding, driven to slaughter
   F G A
Garaldovy darlings.
  C (III) G G-F # -F
Saddled in haste, into a single armor
   F Em
shields chained,
  With G G-F # -F
Go ahead all nizkopalubnyh
     F Em Am
for the Drakkar of King.

Ah-king, you're in the thoughts of their abusive
immutability of the heavens!
As long as the wind is not a good sail verse,
spit on the signs.
And those ten thousand Bedov goals
that sold in swimming,
From the Norwegian fjords with the Scottish hills -
a staircase to London.

But the human eye equine clearer,
our happiness can not believe it.
We are dozing on the board and see in a dream
Black birds on heather.
Not to be given the return of the black
no foot, no horse.
You all orders for three feet of land,
and seven feet - kings.

Only the beach to run around, dangling stirrups
the dead - we shore.
Go blind with tears thy konung wife
on the wharf in Bergen.
You think - the death of dread? To hell with it,
for fear of flying wrong.
Saxon arrows fly no horses,
and those who are in their range.

Receive your sight; Siege mnogoveselny plane!

... In the summer heather
Has driven garaldovy skalds south
to feast their last ...

(C) Eugène d'Alba
/// Selection chords: Andrei Bogdanov, Alex Muller