Dm C
Dm
Снег на лунном поле
C Dm
Заметал следы,
C B A
Волки торопили полночь, то была их ночь.
Чeртовы колeса
Hас звeздами несли,
Hебо кружила снежная дочь.
Чуду доверяли,
Верили беде,
Видели, как босиком по сугробам шли облака.
Луч целовали
Утренней звезде
C B C Dm
Да у берeз в мороз просили молока.
Сладко да недолго
По душе гулять,
Лунным отваром ночь опоила вещие сны.
Кровь замутила
Чeртова мать
И отпустила петлять до весны.
Hо голову шальную
Пулей не спасти,
Вьюга затянет жаркую рану белым рубцом.
Hаудачу бесу
Спину не крести,
Подмигни да сплюнь, коль узнал в лицо.
Лихо на потехе,
Свистопляс в петле,
Рви из-под рeбер сердце на радость стае ворон.
Тело на плахе,
Тень на метле
Да под дугой золотой перезвон.
Кто за что в ответе,
С тем и проживeт,
Время покажет, кто чего стоил в этой пурге.
Кто там, на том свете,
Кружит хоровод,
Объяснит в момент палец на курке.
Dm C
X XII VIII X XII
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B A
VI VIII IX XII
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Dm C
Dm
Snow on the moonfield
C Dm
I covered my tracks
C B A
The wolves rushed midnight, that was their night.
Goddamn wheels
They carried us with the stars,
The snow daughter circled the sky.
They trusted a miracle
They believed in trouble
We saw clouds walking barefoot through the snowdrifts.
Beam kissed
To the morning star
C B C Dm
Yes, they asked for milk from birches in frost.
Sweet but not for long
I like to walk
Lunar broth filled the night with prophetic dreams.
Blood muddied
Damn mother
And let go of the twist until spring.
But crazy head
Bullets cannot be saved
The blizzard will heal the hot wound with a white scar.
Devil's luck
Don't cross your back
Wink and spit if you recognized it in the face.
Famously for fun,
The whistle in the loop
Rip the heart out from under the ribs for the joy of a flock of crows.
Body on the chopping block
Shadow on a broomstick
Yes, under the arc a golden chime.
Who is responsible for what,
With that and will live
Time will tell who was worth what in this blizzard.
Who is there in the next world
A round dance is spinning
Explain the trigger finger in a moment.
Dm C
X XII VIII X XII
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VI VIII IX XII
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