Chords for Elena Frolova - Arseny Tarkovsky

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_ _ _ _ _ _ The poem of _ Arseny Tarkovsky.
The poem is called Poet of the beginning of the 20th century.
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_ Sing every _ poem _ like _ _ a cup of poison,
_ _ _ [Ab] Like a life [Dbm] in a burnt oven.
_ [Bbm] _
[Eb] I breathe, [Abm] though it is not necessary,
[Bb] _
You can not _ [Eb] breathe your _ poem.
You are a poor boy, _ _ crazy,
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With some white _ fingers
On [Eb] the [Abm] friendship _ of the bell that came.
[Db] _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _
Farewell _ [Abm] bell, let me go.
_ _ I'm like a fog, I'm sinking [Dbm] into your cloak,
[Bbm] _
And [Eb] to the [Ab] black, [Abm] worn out [Bbm] fabric
I'm looking for such [Eb] _ a soul. _
I'm looking for such a _ return
[Db] _ _ _ _ _ [Eb] Unbearable to my _ mortal _ _ youth, _
_ That the [Ebm] gull of the [Abm] mortal _
[Db] Tsushima
[Bb] _ [Eb] Your _ consonants is not more terrible.
Sing _ every _ [Ab] poem like a cup of [Eb] poison,
Like [Ab] a life [Dbm] in a burnt oven.
I _ [Bbm] _ _ [Eb] _ [Abm] breathe, though it is not [Bb] necessary,
You can not [Eb]
breathe _ your _ poem. _
[Ab] _ When _ I _ _ wipe _ _ [Ebm] my hands
[Ab] _ And let me [Abm] extinguish _ your _ fire,
[Eb] _ _
And on the [Abm] ground the last _
[Bb] torment
And on the ground my [E] soul _ [Eb] _ is _ _ _ grieving. _ _ _ _ _ _
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