Борис Гребенщиков - Тексты песен 'Аквариум'

F#m D

This is a postcard

F#m Hm

Saying I'm alright in this beautiful city

F#m D

This is a phon call

F#m Hm

Saying, yes, I am sleeping alone here

G(III) D

But the telephone lines are cut

Hm F#m

My hands can't hold the paper

F#m C D

You are on my mind

Nobody knows your name here,

Except when the moon is out

And then they toss in their sleep

Crying out for you to take them

But me I cannot sleep,

I cannot dream,

My heart is shattered

You are on my mind

F#m D

Once seven colors used to make men blind

F#m Hm

And now we are like birds stuck in barbed wire

F#m,D,F#m,Hm

Shattered!

Precise, like sunrise

A child just like any other

Made of the bones of the earth

fragile and deathless

Yes, I'm alright

I'm a church,

And I'm burning down

You are on my mind

- 3. The wind

Your eyes are colored like wind Wind from the northern sea A wave on the sand so clear Whoever got me that far must be laughing All right, I can laugh as well

So sweet is your touch May I never go free But I'm breaking away To return unbound And I hear the sound Behind my shoulder Like the shape of the swan, gliding

And when trees are bare There will be nowhere to return to But we stay, believing

Your eyes are colored like wind Bringing incredible news I don't know if I'm ready Does it matter ?

Whoever cut me that deep I love you And here I stand trans fixed Listening to the sound of the wind

Boris Grebenshikov - vocals, acoustic guitar David A. Stewart, Olle Romo - drums, synclavier Anne Lennox - vocals Sasha Titov - bass Michael Kamen - Oboe

- 4. Winter

Now that the summer is gone Snow's on the ground I sought and I found I known what I found is true But the bitter gray sky Fades into silence Only the fire is left And some say it's not enough To carry us through

Day of the apple bloom white Silver and steel Tales of webs Spun around a careless heart I dream of the snow-white sea gulls Crying to snow me the way But I will stay here with you And nothing will ever come To tear us apart

Look into my eyes, sister No harm will come to you Look into my eyes, sister No harm will come to you

Boris Grebenshikov - vocals, guitar Olle Romo - drums, synclavier

- 5. The tiме

Sitting in a corner In my castle made of single-malt and smoke With all my friends around me And I love them till I choke And I watch you dance with someone Someone not even there And you're simple as in "sacrilege" And you're pure as in "player"

Someone there's a point of no resistance But we make sure there's no getting there And we're beautiful when we're animals But so easily scared And I cannot even talk to you Stricken down as a hunter to its prey Sliding down, down this hill of glass again And there's nothing I can say

CHORUS:

I guess it's just the time I guess it's just the time I guess it's just the time And I will see you when the time is over

And then the northern wind calls And then curtains part And then the castle wall falls And there's an arrow in my heart

There's only one way out of prison Which is to set your jailer free But then, it's just another bunch of pretty words That stand between the sailor and the sea So forgive me, though I know you newer will Battered by your pride And so I'm locked again within these castle walls And you freeze alone outside

CHORUS

Boris Grebenshikov - vocals David A. Stewart - guitars Olle Romo - drums, synclavier Siobhan Stewart - back vocals Sasha Titov - bass Patrick Seymour - keyboards

- 6. That voice agaiп

I hear that voice again I hear that voice again

Seems so simple now Now that sky is clear Maybe the road was tough But at last we're here I've nothing to hide from you Nothing to explain Just this vision of broken wind And the raven cries in pain

I hear that voice again I hear that voice again

If darkness surrounds you I'll be the fire To guard your sleep If there's nothing to stand on I will lay myself beneath your feet I will show the world to you And this will have no stain Just hold me now Hold me close Don't let me go But close your eyes And look away

I hear that voice again

Boris Grebenshikov - vocals David A. Stewart - guitars Olle Romo - drums, synclavier Billy Mckenzie - haunting vocals Patrick Seymour - keyboards Darryl Way - violin

7. Молодые львы

Вступление:(G*,G*,G*,G/D,G/C) 3-4 раза, G*,G/D,G/C

G* Когда в городе станет темно, G/D G/C Когда ветер дует с Невы. G* Екатерина смотрит в окно, G/D G/C За окном идут молодые львы.

G* Они не знают, что значит зима, G/D G/C Они танцуют, они свободны от наших потерь!

G/C F#m Em Им нечего делать с собой сейчас, G/C G/D Они войдут, когда Екатерина откроет им дверь!

G/C G/D G* А что нужно молодым львам? G/C G/D G* G/Em Что нужно молодым льва- ам, G/C Когда весь мир готовится лечь к их ногам,

G/D D,*,D,G/D Им нечего делать сейчас!

Проигр.: G*,G/D,G/C,G/D

G* G/D Но я не скажу им не слова, G/C G/D D *,D,G/D Я не приму этот бой потому, что это не бой. G* G/D Все равно, все, что сделано нами, останется светлым, G/C G/D D *,D,G/D Все равно, все, что было моим, возьмет себе кто-то другой!

G* G/D Так вот вкус наших побед, G/C G/D D,*,D,G/D Вот зелень нашей травы. G* G/D Екатерина смотрит в окно, G/C G/D За окном продолжают идти G* G/D G/C

Молодые львы. -------------------------------------------------------------------

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- Young lions

When the city falls into dark, When the wind blows from the Neva River Caterine stands by the window Watching as the young lions go by

They don't know what "Winter" means They are dancing They are free from our losses And they do not know what to do with themselves right now And they will enter when Caterine opens the door

And what do young lions want ? What do young lions want ? When the world's getting ready to fall at their feet And they've got nothing to do right now

But I won't say a word to them I won't accept the challenge Because it's not a battle Everything that we've done Will still remain bright And everything that was mine Will still go to somebody else

So, such is the taste of our victories Such is the green of grass Caterine still stands by the window And down there the young lions are still marching... Young lions Young lions Young lions

Boris Grebenshikov - vocals, guitar David A. Stewart - electric guitar Olle Romo - drums, synclavier Chucho Merchan - bass

8. Fields Of My Lovе

Hello sweet victory So nice meeting you here Mmm, mmm So strange when you think about it I never did anything out of my way I just strayed...

Out in the fields of my love Out in the fields of my love Out in the fields of my love

G H7 Em Well met and thank you

C D I'm glad you taught me so well

G D G It was fun being around for a while

D C So sad you have to stay here

G Hm E Am Or, can you spread out your wings and fly

C with me...

G Am C Out to the fields of my love Out to the fields of my love Out to the fields of my love

- 9. Death of king Arthur

Of Lancelot du Lake Tell I no more But this by leave These ermytes seven. But still kynge Arthur Lieth there, and queen Guenever, As I you newyn.

And Monkes That are right of lore Who synge with moulded stewyn Ihesu, who hath wonders sore, Grant us the blyss of Heaven.

Boris Grebenshikov - vocals, acoustic guitar Olle Romo - drums, synclavier Piotr Troshenkov - drums Seva Gakkel - vocals Andrei Romanov - flute, vocals Sasha Titov - bass

- 10. Real slow todaу

This is a dangerous tale Of oxygen and flame Tale of running away Nowhere to run All I can see is you Visions of water in the desert sun Stay...

CHORUS: Things gonna get real slow today Things gonna get real slow today Takes one prisonar Takes one to him the way Than comes this lesson in natural history

And these ladies are laughing at me Can I join the fun ? I know I'm haunted, keeps the flame bright I guess I can say I'm all right Just burning arrow stuck in my heart Well, anyway...

CHORUS

And some people say that We shouldn't cross this line But there is no line Only the sky I want to see you smile Want to feel us get up and fly Shouldn't we ?

CHORUS

Boris Grebenshikov - vocals, guitar David A. Stewart - million guitars Olle Romo - drums, synclavier Annie Lennox, Chrissie Hynde - vocals Janice Jamison - vocals Charlie Wilson - vocals Sasha Titov - bass Ray Cooper - percussion Dave Plews - trumpets

- 11. Mother

This city is on fire tonight Sweet forest fire silent and unseen The sleepers awaken Your eyes are not open I know you're smiling at me Some people say you're not here anymore But your trees stand proud And laugh and let them pass So mischievous and holy And this is a question I'll never want to ask

There's a moon out there and she wants to be growing There's a river down here and she wants to be back to the sea I am your child, mother Crying to be consoled I recognize you now Do you recognize me ?

There's a part of me that wants to be silent Immersed in your movement Stung by your grace And here is your song, and I'll sing it I'm coming home I've newer been away

There's a moon out there and she wants to be growing There's a river down here and she wants to be back to the sea I am your child, mother Crying for you to console me Now that I know you Do you recognize me ?

There's a moon out there and she wants to be growing There's a river down here and she wants to be back to the sea I am your child, mother Crying to be consoled Now that I know you Recognize me ?

Boris Grebenshikov - vocals, guitar David A. Stewart - guitar Olle Romo - drums, synclavier Annie Lennox, Chrissie Hynde - vocals Sasha Titov - bass Patrick Seymour - piano Ray Cooper - percussion Dave Plews - trumpets

Китай А.Вертинский

G A D И вот мне приснилось, что сердце мое не болит.

G A D Оно - колокольчик фарфоровый в желтом Китае.

Hm A D На пагоде пестрой висит и тихонько звенит.

G A D В эмалевом небе дразня журавлиные стаи.

И кроткая девушка в платье из красных шелков, Где золотом вышиты осы, цветы и драконы. С поджатыми ножками, тихо, без мыслей, без слов, Внимательно слушает легкие, легкие звоны.

- Сhiпа

And then I dreamt that my heart does not ache anymore It is a small bell, hanging in yellow China On slender pagoda it hangs and quietly chimes, Teasing flocks of cranes in the enamel sky.

And modest girl in dress of red silks With gold-embroidered wasps, flowers and dragons Her legs tucked underneath her; quietly; without thoughts, without words; Is attentively listening to this peaceful chiming.

Boris Grebenshikov - vocals, guitar