Дмитрий Белоцерковский - Тайга - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

(chords in the purchase: the guitar is rebuilt so that a re-master sounds in open strings and the chord of the Major is played in order to release the finger on the side of the finger in each line, the first line is obtained: three fingers, the second two, the third, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one The fourth open strings. Ahaha puzzle for the sophisticated. In the chorus of chords: in the same system of the re -master it is necessary to clamp the first two strings in the third fret - this will be the chord of the first and second line. The chord of the third and fourth line is the submarine and the dominant taken by fifth and seventh fret, respectively, just do not forget Barre, dear friends)

Life in the smoking room is full of surprises and surprise

Quietly in the bonfire crackle

The whole Korithysky estate takes turns jumping to revelation

The serenity of being dissolves me in blissful reverence

The long -awaited vacation from the race, which takes life from generations

Human desires doomes to push them themselves onto the trail of oblivion

Spring sentiments through summer go into autumn moods

The transition from ice cream and chips to kefir is the first sign of aging

Sleep no longer returns my strength, unpleasant, but surprise

It's good when you have a jam in the morning

Every night again on the shore, songs dance, hookah, at six in the morning return

To the cries of dogs, we sailed home, doizing everyone to awakening, and this

Hello:

Taiga!!!

You bother and shout: Taiga !!!

You smear it like a face like a rammbo and you score: taiga !!!

And not a single mosquito will fly up, because with us ... taiga !!!

Going to the island of Sarpinsky, you should have ... taiga !!!

Rather, to the camp of exiles, I have pockets full of gingerbread

We ate to the dump near the cozy bonfire of the Dranniks

Only Serenko tuned a bottle of dark beer like this

WHAT WHAT COMPORTATIONS OF THE CHARTHING TO THIS

Probably it was ... Yegor, who was hastily left the next morning

And never arrived again, everything is very

I like it, today we have a new hole, very

Deep, only a mosquito female, in the forest, sometimes sucks blood

ruthlessly and very cruel, however we

not sewed, from mosquitoes there is salvation

This is already a proven decision,

Raptor to protect the territory, and for yourself:

Hello.

Just try to object to me and I am justified

own state, republic or kingdom,

I will fix it on myself of five hods and I will be to death

keep the defense taking only five mercenaries with you

The effect of magic just ends and you need to inhale again

a solid substance restoring a state of nature

Where is the grass? It’s time for us to feed the cow, make the Salfi with her,

poking the tongue in your nose to put in contact

stick a ketchup sausage on the avatar and from the refrigerator,

bread, cut and ketchup make a cat, an outskirt

and a strip, on a log I am a delicious desu and stick over above

cool tornado with prominent hurricians from a fire,

The kids are running around, all because I have not bought a house for myself,

Gala asks to shine on her patch with Garfield, Bom Bom

Bom, overtaking all the winds of the impulse, from my atomic

The tax flashlight made a flash and a small explosion,

blinding the entire nearby district, Kostyrya

conveys hello to me, you and there is still that friend, we are rushing along

circle and joyfully, we sing loudly,

After all, we will go to where the mosquitoes are and:

Hello.

The fly sat on the soup! Hurry with her slippers in the throat and in an armful in

Kostyer like a real life, I am ominously a cunning on

lunch and for breakfast I am caliber, I am a villager and for a computer in a saltwide,

I rubbed the screen from dust, you caught me,

I have a blank and for half an hour I stick in a tent

Serenity of an hour, I flooded on the banks of the Volga and

He buried his face in the sand, just the body of the piece

I drown in deep serenity, as is not enough

Sometimes sometimes tenderness, in the volume of endless vastness,

Instead, the doctrine into the flour of negligence,

and I lost a ballpoint pen, I probably slept on the go yesterday

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