G c g
Oh, wait, I’m not blaming, but I’m not happy,
C G C D
Often, it’s very important, in the heart of chagrin.
G C Am Em
Oh, I’ll throw that annoyance into getting on the road,
C Am Em C D G
Z_ishla my annoyance, like a poppy mid-zbіzhzhya.
D Em C Am Em
And I see that color, that gossip of the little night,
C Am H7 Em C D G
Throw yogo, red, into the water to the point.
D Em C Am Em
Drink, drink, my little night, to the sea,
C Am H7 Em C D G
Much storm you drown, chi do not forget grief.
Oh, I’m going to dark bir, there is dry Smereka,
I’ll clear the batra with a raspal, it’s visible to everyone.
Ignited with flesh resin yalitsa;
Burn my chagrin, mov dry clay.
I’ve been embarrassed by caving in the open,
Rozsipala sticks iskri, mov of a clear dawn.
Yak upad z gori іskra, on top of the sky zіrka,
That is the way to heal in the heart itself - share my girka!
Lie now, annoyingly, here at the heart it’s quiet,
I’ll be kohikhi, I won’t sleep famously.
Dull to the heart, mov ditina r_dna,
Bude to my heart, the collage of vigidna.
Scho once hell live shelter, his collar flutter.
Oh, sleep, child, on the afternoon and night, leave the heart to fight!
Yak upad z gori іskra, on top of the sky zіrka,
That is the way to heal in the heart itself - share my girka!
Girka water in the blue sea, girko її piti;
Chom I can’t drown my frustrations? ...
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