Что-то меня по старине проперло.

[мареза]

Вычитываю свои заметки, ржу как конь и умиляюсь.
Вот, например, моя песня, сочиненная около года назад. Играется на гитаре, значит. Хотя можно было бы уже давно и на пианинке подобрать.

C G
One morning was quite rainy
Am F
And Bobo's feeling sad
C G
He made an omlette, baby
Am F
And wished that he was dead.

He went then to his window
And talked there with some crow
She told him, she's a widow
That's why sky's crying now.

She told about her children
She told, they flew away.
She told, they'd never written.
She told, one son was gay.

She told that loved her husband.
She showed some wedding pics
She wanted to live in Glasgow
But instead she lived in Nice.

'My dear died as a hero
He was hit by a cab
I wish I stood beside him
And hold his yellow lap'

upd: COMICS!

@темы: моя писанина, каракульки

Comments

[~шу~]

какая прелесть, так трогательно :3

[мареза]

спасибо))) а мотивчик так еще лучше

[~шу~]

нотам и аккордам не обучена, так что даже приблизительно себе представить не могу
комикс милый)))

[*печенька*]

aw.