Алые крылья

We went a step , we raced in the fighting,
We derzhadi apple - song in the teeth ,
Oh this song to this day keeps
Young grass - steppe malachite .

By nightfall smeleli stinking demons day dying in the dust , Dm C Am Dm
Darkness rises from four sides at once . Gm C F
There would blades, yes apple - song in the dead grasses Gm CF Dm
Obezzubevshy squadron dropped . Gm C F
There would blades, yes apple - song in the dead grasses GCF Dm
Obezzubevshy squadron dropped . Gm A7 D

Today evil soldier without a song , during his bitter
Sly bastard took his old age ,
Granddaughter soldier chose " Pepsi " ; slipped out of his hands ,
copper mug falling off the table.

He proletarian, he flies , but down know better ,
As the steppe spring crushing granite,
Pret - malachite young grass , one that to this day
Song lost its stores .

And in this the roots of hope , a source of accurate knowledge , Gm C
Bill Gates no channel across Che Guevara , Dm
As soon awaken new boys new songs , Gm C
Raise new wings , scarlet wings. F A7 Dm

Sees it from above, as at sunrise with a view to buy tobacco
Vydubiv soul in the depths of the fate of another ,
Enters a village fire continued walking , barking dogs ,
Wind and scarlet wings on his back .

A redhead Yashke dream about those wings a dozen years in a row ,
And old Yashke same twelve years ,
Century - twelve stars - twelve - that above it burn
In the whole universe there is no peace younger .

Smolders under the hair on the skin of the head Yashkino
Evil character eternal "Why?"
Waiting for the boy, can not wait , the song of the steppe grass -
Apple, addressed to him .

And believe redhead Yashke his otherworldly country
His ferocious strings that play the right way.
His crazy dolphins that dance in the Gulf Stream ,
His scarlet wings , scarlet wings.