Февраль (Достать чернил и плакать)

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I (uh) must go on standing You can't break that which isn't yours I (uh) must go on standing I'm not my own, it's not my choice Be afraid of the lame, they'll inherit your legs Be afraid of the old, they'll inherit your souls Be afraid of the cold, they'll inherit your blood Apres moi le deluge, after me comes the flood I (uh) must go on standing You can't break that which isn't yours I (uh) must go on standing I'm not my own, it's not my choice Be afraid of the lame, they'll inherit your legs Be afraid of the old, they'll inherit your souls Be afraid of the cold, they'll inherit your blood Apres moi le deluge, after me comes the flood Apres moi le deluge, after me comes the flood Fevrale dostat chernil I plakat Pisat O Fevrale navsnryd Poka grohochushaya slyakot Vesnoyu charnoyu gorit Vesnoyu charnoyu gorit Be afraid of the lame, they'll inherit your legs Be afraid of the old, they'll inherit your souls Be afraid of the cold, they'll inherit your blood Apres moi le deluge, after me comes the flood I (uh) must go on standing You can't break that which isn't yours I (are) must go on standing I'm not my own, it's not my choice I (uh) must go on stan-stan-ding-dong You can't, can't break that, that Which isn't, isn't yours, yours Which isn't, isn't yours, yours I'm not, not my own, own It's not, not my choice, choice.

<pre>Dm Bb Февраль. Достать чернил и плакать! Gm A Писать о феврале навзрыд, Dm Bb Пока грохочущая слякоть Gm A Весною черною горит. Dm Bb Достать пролетку. За шесть гривен, Gm A Чрез благовест, чрез клик колёс, Dm Bb Перенестись туда, где ливень Gm A Еще шумней чернил и слёз. Dm Bb Где, как обугленные груши, Gm A С деревьев тысячи грачей Dm Bb Сорвутся в лужи и обрушат Gm A Сухую грусть на дно очей. Dm Bb Под ней проталины чернеют, Gm A И ветер криками изрыт, Dm Bb И чем случайней, тем вернее Gm A Слагаются стихи навзрыд.</pre>