Snowdrops of the Fallen Grace 2

(Style: Deep Blues / Afro-Vietnamese Fusion) [Intro] [Am - Dm - E7 - Am] (Меланхоличный звук вьетнамского монохорда Đàn bầu, переплетающийся со слайд-гитарой. Вступает мягкий, полиритмичный стук джембе и уду.) [Verse 1] [Am - Bdim - Dm - E7] Biljo saw him in Venice, eating gelato like a common man, Luzhkov without his shadows, part of a tourist clan. While the city’s coffers were bleeding, dry as a desert bone, They were resting in the plazas, far from their stolen throne. [Am - A - Dm - E7sus4] Oh, the "righteous labor" needs a silver Italian sky, While the budgets of the capital waved their last goodbye. [Verse 2] [Am - Bdim - Dm - E7] I knew a smaller family, playing the same old game, Stealing from the people, while they whispered "holy name." They flew to see Celentano, ‘cause the old man wouldn’t roam, Italian dreams for the masters, while the slaves were stuck at home. [Fmaj7 - Bm7b5 - E7#9 - Am] But the golden tap is broken, the provider’s out of sight, The family’s looking for a candle in the middle of the night. [Chorus] [Am - B7sus4 - F - E7] (Soulful African jazz vocals — warm and deep) OH, THE PARTY’S OVER! THE LAFA HAS RUN DRY! NO MORE ITALIAN SUNSETS BENEATH THE FOREIGN SKY. [Am - Dm - E7 - Am] NOW YOU’RE BACK IN THE GARDEN, SO HUMBLE AND SO FREE, PHOTOGRAPHING SNOWDROPS... FOR THE WHOLE DAMN WORLD TO SEE. [Bridge] (Bamboo flute Sáo Trúc plays a mournful melody. Harmonica wails in response.) [Fmaj7 - Bm7b5 - E7#9 - Am] So modest, so patriotic, in the winter’s cold embrace, A fallen little kingdom, with a smile upon its face. The кормилец (breadwinner) is missing, half the soul is gone, Just a camera and a flower... in the shivering of the dawn. [Final Chorus] [Am - B7sus4 - F - E7] THE PARTY’S OVER! THE LAFA HAS RUN DRY! NO MORE BRIBES AND BOTTLES BENEATH THE FOREIGN SKY. [Am - Dm - E7 - Am] ENJOY YOUR LOYAL SNOWDROPS, ENJOY YOUR MODEST VIEW, THE VENICE OF THE SHADOWS... HAS NO MORE ROOM FOR YOU. [Outro] [Am - E7 - Am(add9)] (Đàn bầu fade out. Last stroke of the udu drum. Deep sigh.) "Gelato is melting..." "The winter is long." (Silence)