Bukahara - The earth

^CPale gentle ^Emblue, the ^Fmaj7grass is poured with ^Cdew ^CSweet melo^Emdies, still ^Fmaj7hanging in the ^Ctrees The ^Cearth is changing ^Emsides, will ^Fmaj7turn into the ^Clight ^CDreams quiet and ^Emdeep, my ^Fmaj7friends they're still a^Csleep

^G6 The earth is turning ^Cclockwise ^AmWhen ^G/Byou ^Csee it from here ^{F F/E Dsus2} Along with the ^Csunrise, we ^Emdis^Fmaj7appear^{G6sus4 G}

^CFire burns so ^Embright, still ^Fmaj7glowing from last ^Cnight ^CBottles of ^Emwine, the ^Fmaj7morning makes them ^Cshine ^CThere is no ^Emsound, my ^Fmaj7feet they touch the ^Cground ^CHere comes the ^Emday, we ^Fmaj7slowly fade a^Cway

^G6 The earth is turning ^Cclockwise ^AmWhen ^G/Byou ^Csee it from here ^{F F/E Dsus2} Along with the ^Csunrise, we ^Emdis^Fmaj7appear^{G6sus4 G}

^G6 The earth is turning ^Cclockwise ^AmWhen ^G/Byou ^Csee it from here ^{F F/E Dsus2} Along with the ^Csunrise, we ^Emdis^Fmaj7appear^{G6sus4 C}