Былина о попсе

Timur Shaov - Bylina about pop music, chords.
Introduction: Dm | Gm | Dm | Gm

       Dm
That is not the bittern cries in the woods, do not
                                               Bear roars,
Not laughing is filthy fagot.
       C
That out of the thicket of dense, out of the mire, bogs
       Dm
I crawled to Russia pop cursed.

     Dm C Dm
It meanders snake-skid
Yes beckons outlandish appearance.
    C
And she sings - screaming bad voice.
        B A7
Who will listen - it becomes goat.

    Dm C Dm
And taking all the different guises:
That will result in toothless prankster,
      C
That virgin crying absurdities,
        Dm
And then - Bunny, the fish, the basin.

   Dm C Dm
A pop plywood stuffed inside.
They're coming after her formidable producers,
        C
They're coming after her cunning producers
       B A7
On greyhounds horses and do something - greyhounds.

         Dm Em Dm B C
In the open field the wind angry.
         Dm Em Dm
Star shines in the sky.
The roof goes roof rushes,
The roof on the field flying.

    Dm C Dm
Beatles pop plagued with Elton John,
          Dm Gm Dm
A Stingy glorious yes Clapton faithful
       C
All are horde-Pops battles
     Dm
And feast on the bones of dogs plywood.

       Dm C Dm
Durit young children mol shameful
Gentle young men carries a sense of herd
      C
And on his head pop exceedingly sorrowful
      B A7
And money pop exceedingly greedy

Gold-silver rowing and gags,
And itself gives presentation
And she admires a pop.
It boasted a not praise enough:

           Dm Em Dm
& Quot; Oh, my white ruchenki - as a swan,
Blue eyes and lips - red wine.
     C
The voice of my sweetie - from Nightingales,
      B A7
A brocaded Malachai - from Yudashkin & quot ;.

      Dm Em Dm B C
Goes month in a wheelchair,
       Dm Em Dm
Walks rain upon the earth.
And two kusochika sausages
Until now, dusts on the table.

         Dm C Dm C
Who can stop the evil Sabbat?
     Dm
In Russia, the Eagles are now buzzing muhoyu,
     C
Bogatyr Grebenshchikov looking Shambhala
     Dm
Makarevich-cook became a hero.

        Dm
Here stood the ancient old man,
                                               lame,
Old man surnamed - Hippilla
                                                  Woodstock,
      C7
The old man shouted: & quot; Hey, falcons,
         B A7
Enough to get warm on the stove, to die of boredom.

       F C7
And get up, good fellows the noble,
       B Dm
And get up, yes Shevchuk BUTUSOV
     Gm Dm
Wear you rawhide leather jackets
       B A7
Yes decorate bandanas blond curls.

     Dm
Tension Single string you roasted,
What is a living water - sprinkled with beer,
     C
Collect virtuoso wizards
       B A7
Yes, the union take the nomadic bards,

       F C7
Yes, the heirs of Boyan-Shostakovich -
     Gm Dm
Guslyar - Bashmet yes Rostropovich
       Gm Dm
Under the banner of Beethoven yes Hendrix
     B A7 Dm
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