[ Предположительная тональность: E ] http://paolabennet.bandcamp.com/ https://soundcloud.com/paola-bennet *** Chords: E B Dbm A or transpose down 2 and capo 2 and play D A Bm G (easiest for beginning guitar or baritone uke) or transpose down 4 and capo 4 and play C G Am F (easiest for most ukuleles) There's another chord after the E in the verses and transitioning from verse to chorus, but I can't figure out what it is. I've marked the location with a ?. It sounds okay if you play the E straight through but it's not 100% accurate there. Paola sings the first three lines acapella but the chords are the same as when she reprises it again in the end. He is chandeliers and velvet seats And the gentle echo of butterfly wings In drafty corners piled with silk and satin E E B He's the kind of boy who eats alone E ? Never speaks of love; he'd rather it be shown Dbm A B He lingers on long after you look at him E ? A B Painted in gold, and silver-tongued A B My oh my, he's a precious one Dbm E But even precious portraits can rattle their frames Dbm E He says life imitates art, but they're not the same Dbm B A He'll give you the show, send the curtain down in flame E E B He is rainy nights and cabarets E ? He is honey and charm, wrapped in a smoky haze Dbm A B E But careful, darling; all that smoke will blind you E B He is shining knight, and villain too E ? He'll send thunder your way, then give the sky back its blue E B He'll let you run, but just so he can find you again A B Painted in gold, and silver-tongued A B My oh my, he's a precious one Dbm E But even precious portraits can rattle their frames Dbm E He says life imitates art, but they're not the same Dbm B A He'll give you the show, send the curtain down in flame Dbm B A But under all that fiery debris E Dbm He is a tragedy in himself B A Wounded so deep Dbm That he wants to ruin somebody else E B A You could almost feel sorry But you'd never quite reach B No, you'd never quite reach A B Painted in gold, and silver-tongued A B My oh my, he's a precious one Dbm E But even precious portraits can fall from their frames Dbm E He says life imitates art, but they're not the same Dbm B A E He'll give you the show, send the curtain down in flame Send it down in flame, send it down in flame. E ? B He is chandeliers, and velvet seats E ? Quiet nights, but still he feels the sting Dbm B E In drafty corners you can hear him weep.