Текст песни Булат Окуджава - Каждый пишет,как он слышит

Am E7 Am Dm
In the dark glass bottle of beer drunk by
           Am E7 Am
Red rose bloomed proudly and slowly .
Historical novel I wrote a little,
Making his way as a mist from the prologue to the epilogue .

    Am
   Everyone writes as he hears
   One hears , as he breathes .
                        Dm
   As he breathes , and writes ,
                   E7
   Not trying to please .
   Am Dm
   So nature wanted . Why - is not our business ,
          Am E7 Am
   Why not for us to judge .

Were given a blue, was in excess of fiction ,
And of his own destiny , I pull out on a string .
In the journey of the hero fitted out , looking around for the last reference
And a retired lieutenant himself imagined.

   Everyone writes as he hears
   One hears , as he breathes .
   As he breathes , and writes ,
   Not trying to please .
   So nature wanted . Why - is not our business ,
   Why not for us to judge .

Fiction is not a hoax , the plan - not yet point .
Well let finish the novel until the last leaf .
And while still alive rose red in the bottle ,
Give shout out words that are long in the bank .

   Everyone writes as he hears
   One hears , as he breathes .
   As he breathes , and writes ,
   Not trying to please .
   So nature wanted . Why - is not our business ,
   Why not for us to judge .