Dust in the Wind                                                  Kansas

Dust in the Wind                                                  Kansas

Вступление:     C /Am /C /Am /

G C      G Am

I close my eyes,

G             Dm7                  Am            G

Only for a moment, and the moment's gone

C G Am

All my dreams,

G                Dm7     Am   D

Pass before my eyes, a curiosity

G            Am

Dust in the wind,

D                  G          Am G

All they are is dust in the wind

 

Same old song,

Just a drop of water in an endless sea

All we do, crumbles to the ground,

Though we refuse to see

 

Dust in the wind,

D                  G          Am G F

All we are is dust in the wind

 

Am /G /F /Am //:2p. C /C /Am /Am//:2 p.   

 

Don't hang on,

Nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky

It slips away,

All your money won't another minute buy

 

Dust in the wind,

All we are is dust in the wind

Dust in the wind,

Everything just dust in the wind.

 

Пыль на ветру (перевод Елена)

 

Я закрываю глаза..

Всего лишь на мгновенье, вот оно прошло..

Все мои мечты

Прошли перед глазами, изумительно..

 

Пыль на ветру,

Всё это лишь пыль на ветру...

 

Всё та же старая песня,

Всего лишь капля воды в бесконечном море...

Всё, что мы делаем, сгниёт в земле,

Хотя мы закрываем глаза, чтобы этого не видеть....

 

Но не грусти,

Ничто не длится вечно, только земля и небо...

Всё остальное засыпает,

Все твои деньги не купят тебе дополнительных минут жизни....

 

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Miss Pavlichenko                                     Woodrow Wilson Guthrie

 

Miss Pavilichenko[SIC]'s well known to fame;

Russia's your country, fighting is your game;

The whole world will love her for a long time to come,

For more than three hundred nazis fell by your gun.

 

CHORUS:

Fell by your gun, yes,

Fell by your gun

For more than three hundred nazis fell by your gun.

 

Miss Pavlichenko's well known to fame;

Russia's your country, fighting is your game;

Your smile shines as bright as any new morning sun.

But more than three hundred nazidogs fell by your gun.

 

CHORUS

 

In your mountains and canyons quiet as the deer.

Down in your bigtrees [SIC] knowing no fear.

You lift up your sight. And down comes a hun.

And more than three hundred nazidogs fell by your gun.

 

In your hot summer's heat, in your cold wintery snow,

In all kinds of weather you track down your foe;

This world will love your sweet face the same way I've done,

'Cause more than three hundred nazzy [SIC] hound fell by your gun.

 

I'd hate to drop in a parachute and land an enemy in your land.

If your Soviet people make it so hard on invadin' men;

I wouldn't crave to meet that wrong end of such a pretty lady's gun

If her name was Pavlichenko, and mine Three O One.