F#m D
My winged dreadnought goes on a dead night
B a
Only the radiance of Elma mercilessly tears the darkness.
F#m D
All cowards - civilian rats have long fled away,
B a
The rest with me and fearlessly stand at the post.
D F#M
Even if you blow up all the mental ammunition,
A e
To break through space and time, I can’t return there,
D F#M
Where is my strange stubborn compass looking everything,
A e g
Where on thin ice everyone runs the days of your train.
F#m D
Night invisible air on the hard wing,
B a
And the northern radiance of the wake is pouring into the void -
F#m D
I am chained in his canvas, as if in melting glass,
B a
And the radio catches only, only your frequency.
D F#M
But you still look at the horizon - never,
A e
I will send you a news with a white mail whale.
D F#M
Here, years are fighting about a basket, dark, solones like water,
A e g
And they sing their song behind a strong iron side.
F#m D b a f#m d b a
C#m D E
But the only marina is high, and the sky is low,
C#m D E A
Dreams are pulled from the depths, and until spring we are not short.
C#m d e f#m
Zeppelina side by ribbed through the fog is thick, clawed,
G a
The silver of a sharp screw will grasp the drilling.
BM a
So turn away anymore, don't look at the horizon never,
F#m e
And do not even wait for the news with a white mail whale.
BM a
Years beat on the rod, dark, solones like water
F#m e
And they sing their song behind a strong iron side.
D F#M
And I, believe me, would blow up all the ammunition
A e
And struck the space and time there,
D F#M
Where does everything look and looks my strange stubborn compass,
A e
Where your trains fly on acute ice -
D f#m a e d f#m a e g
