Текст песни Наутилус Помпилиус - Эти Реки

These rivers
(V.Butusov - I.Kormiltsev)
 Fm Dm
Vaska-Curve killed three fishermen
   Fm Dm
Honed a scrap pin.
 Fm Dm
He turned out his pockets and won silver,
     G # G
Nearly four ruble.

    Fm C
   I emptied the backpack and found a backpack
         Fm C
   Half a bottle of crappy wine.
    Fm C
   He drank wine and fell asleep on the sand,
           G # G
   It turned red river wave.

      B Fm
      These rivers flow into nowhere,
         B Fm
      Flowing without going anywhere.
      B Fm
      These rivers flow into nowhere,
         G # G
      Flowing without going anywhere.

Vaska curves tied in a dream
And went into the city to court.
It's hot today the judges, they do not openly,
Kvas cold drink cups.

   And above them fly-bitten coat of arms,
   Scary emblem of cast lead.
   And in it the blood drenched sickle plowman
   And in the blood of a blacksmith hammer.

      These rivers flow into nowhere,
      Flowing without going anywhere.
      These rivers flow into nowhere,
      Flowing without going anywhere.

Vaska curve, waking at dawn,
Without charging lead into the corridor.
Deaf corridor and schepbaty brick,
And the floor is paved with tiles.

   God Mommy struggled at the entrance to the prison
   On the iron door head.
   But with tile blood Vaskina
   Washed away with water from hoses convoy.

      These rivers flow into nowhere,
      Flowing without going anywhere.
      These rivers flow into nowhere,
      Flowing without going anywhere.