attempt at writing - Poems Bazhenova: Candles, Confusion, Fall, Bezishodnost.

<b>attempt at writing</b> - Poems Bazhenova: Candles, Confusion, Fall, Bezishodnost.

SoundTrack: PATTERNS BLUM:) BY SECTOR / SMG
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    Hello again! With this issue we begin publishing a 
little-known poems of the poet Alexander Bazhenov, in our 
circles as izestnogo Ze Pagan. 

    It's not just poetry - it's the song, so at the end of each 
prozvdeniyu will posted chords. The author of music, too

Ze Pagan.

    In view of the exclusivity of this material, please do not 
use these works without the consent of the author!



                                 DANIEL ...



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(C), Alexander Bazhenov, 1985-1986



                  CANDLES


Candles waver, have vague face
And do not go away and not have to hide from yourself.
Again, I sit and watch as the flames sparkle
And remember, again remember you.

Days float and melt like ice on a river
Memory like a tornado racing through the ruins.
Empty, and only around somewhere out there, far away
With a cry of a lone bird soars sad.

I mastered a long and durable anguish
Sadness generated sunset, but killed the dawn.
Slowly I open my weary eyes,
But too late, nobody around anymore.

And we will re-appear months, days,
But I never see you anymore.
Candles paint on the wall with colored lights
That one you dreamed of and I hoped ...


    6 / 7 /
Amre Am / SSolRe m / Salt / C / Fe m / E



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                 Confusion



                    I


Night Falls as hopelessness
Wake wind poplar.
In my eye reigns obedience,
I am responsible for myself.
Will take a long time to infinity
Pain that torments me.
In the envelope sealed forever,
An iron box abandoned me.
Umchitsya night, the day will come
Back again silence
But whose hands touch the shadow
Long-forgotten letter.

Chorus:


I do not want to make it all painfully easy.
I fly away, burying his dream.
I am responsible for myself.


                    II


Born a new dawn
And nowhere are the year
But of all, what is the joy of the day
There was a black hole.
Ring steps into the night backwoods
The world with longing eyes gaze
And with the thunder lopnuzhshey dreams
Suddenly a stone falls a tear.
Leaving sad carelessness
In the circle of fun pogryaznu I
And yet, who can find eternity
One that I created for myself ...

Chorus:
(Repeat)


by: HM / G / HM / G / Fa / EM / FA /
np: HM / G / A / Fa "m / Nm / G / A / FA / lb /



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                  AUTUMN



                    I



               Introduction:


Squeeze his hand, burning in the autumn gloom
Words forgotten, or not made phrases
A razozhmu - will only wind
With a cold rain provazhaya us ...

Autumn mist swirls
Rain veil falls
Top casts his gaze
Dogorevshy sunset.
Float away into the distance brig
Last summer scream
I'm blown wave
Say goodbye to you.


                    II


Leaves zadumchevy running
And not far off the first snow
Windows of empty eye sockets,
How tired faces.
None around, no one
Only there is far
Wind on the old bridge
Throws foliage.


                   III


Again come winter
Only it is not eternal
Summer dreams of the past
All the same we see ...

EM / H / Em / Salt / ReAm / C / Em

    7



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              Hopelessness



                    I


Burned forest will not be reborn again
I'm tired of waiting for the burnt love
From the ashes of the past have not returned
And no matter how sorry, but do not start all over again


                    II


As I recall the music you
I hear the rhythm, but the words do not understand
And in memory of charred pages
Stare silently wrinkled face.


                   III


And crying in the rain a broken window,
Wind tosses the spray on the glass.
It has long been extinct gray fireplace
Moisture and was covered with ashes.


                    IV


Burned forest, shivering, crying silently,
In the charred earth hides her tears,
And I did not ask a tear,
What a pity that I can not cry.


                    V


And the days float like clouds in the sky,
And close to you, and again far.
Inside I'm like a sepulchral vault
My hand keeps only one ash ...

Am / C / E / Am / Salt / C / Fe m / E / PE M / E