Аккорды к песне ​Wendy McNeill — In Bocca Al Lupo

     Bbm                  Ebm 
The damp air carried the smell of musty cotton 
Fm          Bbm 
And burning sugar 
     Bbm               Ebm 
The red moon over the brackish dark water 
Fm        Bbm 
Whispered danger 
Bbm Ebm     Fm        Bbm 
Ou-a-ha, in bocca al lupo 
Bbm Ebm   Fm      Bbm 
Ou-a-ha, crepi il lupo 
 
La Merica won't you please, please won't you be 
A place that loves music and the man that made me 
These docks are a war zone, such ferocity 
I wonder if we should have left dear Sicily 
 
I am steel reeds, gaskets and kidskin gusset 
I'm gleaming green 
Set in Circassian walnut 
He crafted me with love 
And I am his best shot 
At getting out of the shipyards 
And starting his music shop 
 
Oh, in bocca al lupo 
Oh, crepi il lupo 
 
His eyes grew nervous, his touch grew rough 
I think it troubled him that no one liked our melodies much 
The French swore for waltzes, the Irish jigs and reels 
A choppy sort of fusion was…