Текст песни Белая гвардия - Генерал

It comes to you, General,
                     Am
You have trimmed lawns,
                  E7
And your local bison
                      Am
Securely locked in the basement.

He flashed his face oval,
Have your eyes open,
A little morning lit up the gun,
It comes to you, General.

- And you, he would be happy -
Said disgraced Griboyedov.
But after a hearty lunch
Declared parade.

               Am Dm
     And there is a stone wall
                      Am
     Such a sunny summer,
            Am E7
     And a bicycle wheel
                          Am
     Fly on a narrow bridge.
     And the fight is doubly ridiculous,
     Your eyes riveted to the weapon,
     But do you have any
     You with the war.

I hate this gloss
And melodic clang of metal,
But in the two pupils in general
Melted wax pathetic.

Grass Green Green
Blacker than night bootleg
And Berdan rifle barrel so polished,
With nowhere else stronger.

And loudly rang out, "Hooray!"
And just to give honor to remain,
But somehow I grew
In the sky a black hole.

     And there is a stone wall
     Such a sunny summer,
     And a bicycle wheel
     Fly on a narrow bridge.
     And now - slow jump
     There, in a flowering almond,
     Where presses the pedal
     Snub-nosed little dude