G#
| I | | II | | III | | IV | | V | | VI | |
1-я | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
2-я | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
3-я | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
4-я | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
5-я | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
6-я | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
D#
| I | | II | | III | | IV | | V | | VI | |
1-я | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
2-я | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
3-я | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
4-я | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
5-я | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
6-я | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
C#
| I | | II | | III | | IV | | V | | VI | |
1-я | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
2-я | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
3-я | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
4-я | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
5-я | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
6-я | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
Bm
| I | | II | | III | | IV | | V | | VI | |
1-я | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
2-я | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
3-я | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
4-я | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
5-я | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
6-я | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
Fm
| I | | II | | III | | IV | | V | | VI | |
1-я | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
2-я | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
3-я | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
4-я | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
5-я | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
6-я | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
B
| I | | II | | III | | IV | | V | | VI | |
1-я | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
2-я | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
3-я | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
4-я | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
5-я | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
6-я | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
Radio London (1990)
Best Years Of Our Lives
G# D# C# G# D#
These are the best years of our lives - sweet and peaceful
G# D# C#
The best years of our lives - enchanted and fey
D#
Like the seeds we're sown,
C# D# Bm
Like the seeds trampled -
D# G# C# Bm
After the gardener did what he's paid to do,
C# Bm
Now it is finally time…
These are the best years of our lives - it's all that matters
The best years of our lives - fragile and clean;
Like a child, we're blessed;
Like a child - spaced out;
And may Lord have mercy on those, who invoke our displeas
In these best years of our lives.
D# C# G#
And I'm coming from a different world;
D# C# G#
And I really dont know how it's done here;
Fm B
And I would honestly ask you to help me, babe,
Bm
To work with me, trust in me,
D# G# D#
And cover my ass - and then I'll look away…
These are the best years of our lives -
and our captain's locked up;
And his choir of angels waits for this city to fall.
Before this sky, and them bells ringing,
I say - I know how you feel, God, I know how you feel.
If we knew our way out, we'd never be stuck here at all -
These are the best years of our lives…