Тональность
A G D
Throw down a line, help a poor boy who’s drowning in the stormy sea
A G D
throw down a line, help a poor boy who’s hanging in a nowhere tree.
A
Have you got a place for me?
Am F
1. Men are tied in chains of silence, I look on violence,
G D
up, down, left and right, is there no hope of light?
Am F
The peaceful hand that once caressed me, hurts like the rest,
G D
because it’s turned to stone, talons of steel have grown.
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Am - F - G - D
Am - F - G - D
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Am F
2. See the moon it’s getting nearer, but no more clearer
G D
than the earth below, what do we really know?
Am F
I feel the stab od pain returning, despair is burning
G D
in my heart again. Why don’t they see the end? Oh!
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