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C F G
On the top floor of the evening
C Am F G
It expires on the blade wind
CFGC Am FG
Subluxation in the crevices of the balcony door

We drink cognac in the kitchen with a friend
He and his wife strained tight
The clock at a quarter to three plates

Darkness fall out the window splashing
A prophetic conversation in the kitchen
About football money and the virtues of the ladies

C Am F G
It does not matter that football in a coma
Am Am ​​/ G F G
And a woman in the house of a default
Dm7 G C E7
For all the attention to the forty semitones

                       Am D
Chorus: And no one in the world do not care
                            G Em
             With both of us soon forty years
                         Am D G E7
             And we find this fact very amusing
                             Am D
             Let on a life that is not fulfilled
                         G Em
             But I did not have to be ashamed of yourself
                       Am D G
             And from the soul in its own pleasant

To change the color of paint forty
And clearly the story tale
Where a naive fool finds its way

I so want a little sense
In an unusual thoughts
And peace and happiness in my heart a little bit

Chorus.

On the top floor of the evening
It expires on the blade wind
Subluxation in the crevices of the balcony door

We drink cognac in the kitchen with a friend
He and his wife strained tight
The clock at a quarter to three plates

Chorus.