Levin
Hit the string - the string sang, D Am
They are happy to remind us of the past, G Gm
And rushed to the music words, D F # 7 Hm Hm / A
And the hour of the ballad's birth has struck. Ddim A7sus A7
And if the respectable audience pleases D Am6 H7
Ballad Souls, G9 G F # 7
I would be honored to sing to you today Hm Hm / A Em
The ballad about the composer of ballads. B A7sus A7
The hero of my ballad since childhood chrome D D + 5 C B D
And it looks, I confess, non-heroic, H7 Em
But in the battle that good leads with evil, Em Em + 5 Em6 Em7
One, I swear by the guitar, is worth the troops. A7 D
And if he brings a horn to his lips, F # 7 Hm
I fly to the call and hurry the horse: Em A7 D D7
- Sir Walter Scott, I am your squire! G Gm D H7 |
Count on me, knight! Em A7 D | 2 times
So, imagine, last century, D D7
Coat of arms on the wall, swords, daggers, swords, G Gm
Fireplace, candle, tired man D F # 7 Hm Hm / A
With a goose pen he leads over paper. Ddim A7sus A7
And in ancient frames faces come to life, D Am6 H7
Obedient to the magic pen, G9 G F # 7
And with the prisoner he escapes from the dungeon, Hm Hm / A Em
And feasts with the king at a feast. B A7sus A7
And life prepares trouble for trouble, D D + 5 C B D
But evil fate will never submit ... H7 Em
Sir Walter Scott, cripple and hero - Em Em + 5 Em6 Em7
Poet and warrior, noble knight. A7 D
Ah, if only F # 7 Hm
And stand before him with a ringing calchou: Em A7 D D7
- Sir Walter Scott, I am your squire! G Gm D H7
Count on me, knight! Em A7 D | 2 times
The deadline meted out by fate is over, D D7
And until the end of the ballad there are a few lines ... G Gm
The path is over, but the battle is not over D F # 7 Hm Hm / A
In the name of honor, chivalry and duty. Ddim A7sus A7
We are with you, knight, in this battle of the eternal D Am6 H7,
For feat, as if in childhood, our name is G9 G F # 7
Dashing Rob Roy, Ivanhoe Flawless, Hm Hm / A Em
Fearless and reckless Robin Hood. B A7sus A7
Let the neighing horses not subside, D D + 5 C B D
Let the heather in the hills not fade, H7 Em
Let the ideals of my youth Em Em + 5 Em6 Em7
They don't leave me at the hour of choice. A7 D
And in the end, when autumn comes, F # 7 Hm
I will say, bowing my gray head: Em A7 D D7
- Sir Walter Scott, I am your squire! G Gm D H7 | 2 times
Count on me, knight! Em A7 D |
1979