Support Lesbiens official website: http://www.supportlesbiens.cz/?page=4 This is great song to play and a classic, if you find any mistakes, feel free to comment. Nobody's perfect ;) Listen to the song for correct rythm, it's pretty obvious and nothing difficult. Capo on 4 or 1 (4 is used in original) Chords used: --------------- Em7 - x22033 Gsus4 - 330033 A7Sus4 - x02233 Cadd9 - x32033 G - 230033 --------------- G Em7 This is waterfall of human tales. G Just a piece of good luck, Em7 is all that we claim. G But I'm told by a friend, Em7 it's more than sure. G Just as clear as the sky, Em7 there is no fortune for all. Gsus4 And this is nobody's fault, A7Sus4 and this is nobody's share. And I Say: G Em7 Somebody's soaked, Cadd9 A7Sus4 somebody's cliché. G Em7 Am I caught in the storm. Cadd9 A7Sus4 The sleeping creature. G Em7 For I beg high and hope, G A7Sus4 For I beg high and hold. G A7Sus4 Till I fall in the storm. Cadd9 The storm of cliché. This is whore that prays in church, torn her soul. This is countess on the ball, but the title is stolen. This is a cripple from the war, the guy you know. But the answer's in the end, something cannot be changed. And this is nobody's fault, and this is nobody's share. And I Say: Somebody's soaked, somebody's cliché. Am I caught in the storm. The sleeping creature. For I beg high and hope, for I beg high and hold. Till I fall in the storm. I did not reach it, I did not reach it. Somebody's soaked, somebody's cliché. Am I caught in the storm. The sleeping creature. For I beg high and hope, for I beg high and hold. Till I fall in the storm. The storm of cliché. G Em7 Somebody, everybody. Cadd9 A7Sus4 High or low, or hiding. G Em7 A7Sus4 Nobody's born as a creature. A7Sus4 You better be, G not mad at me, Em7 'cause body falls, A7Sus4 vanishes souls. Cadd9 Me better fear, G Em7 A7Sus4 nobody's born as a creature. Cadd9 Nobody's creature, A7Sus4 and nobody fears. Somebody's soaked, somebody's cliché. Am I caught in the storm. The sleeping creature. For I beg high and hope, for I beg high and hold. Till I fall in the storm. I did not reach it, I did not reach it. Somebody's soaked, somebody's cliché. Am I caught in the storm. Da sleeping creature. For I beg high and hope, for I beg high and hold. Till I fall in the storm. The storm of cliché.