Аквариум - The Postcard (2 вариант)

A

D

This is a postcard

                            F         G

Saying I'm alright in this beautiful city

D

This is a phone call

                    F        G

Saying, yes, I am sleeping alone here

D                  F

But the telephone lines are cut

    G           F        G

My hands can't hold the paper

 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

A

Once seven colors used to make a man blind

And now we are like birds stuck in barbed wire

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...