2. The Postcard
Проигрыш: характерным песне ритмом: F#m,D,F#m,Hm
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;
