Текст песни Я летаю над Парижем - задевая потолок...

D Hm Em
I paint on the window
A D
Your eyes slanting arrows.
Hm Em A
I play the trumpet
D
Drain clumsily .
Em A D
I'll build Kizhi
F # m / C # H7 / C
Taking the box of matches .
Em A
I fly over Paris ,
D
Touching the ceiling.

I paint on the window,
I look at the empty walls ,
Leaving the sand
Perfect poem.
I paint your dreams ,
I'm flying in the clouds.
Oh , maybe
Maybe I'm just a fool.

Why are tears of happiness ,
Tears of sorrow , grief sea
Happiness quiet stream,
Fleeing into the sand.
I paint on the window,
To himself loudly arguing .
The search for truth in wine
Truth is worth something .

Sleeping cuckoo clock .
Maybe later , may sooner .
No time at the stop tap
Does not have wings on their hands.
Somewhere out there in the desert dried up
Happiness quiet trickle.
I am alone in my apartment
And over the sky - the ceiling.