Текст песни Александр Антипин - Квадрат

Am
You got used to my poems,
Dm
I have to figure your palm.
Am
Thin lines long strokes
Dm E
Your hands, and eventually eternal pursuit.
F Dm
I was suddenly thrown into the fire
                                       E
And before you get up on his knees.
F Dm
You keep silent,
E
You do not know these revelations.

Pr.
Am Dm
Let me tear off the chains square
Am Dm
The blood boils with excitement in his temples.
Am Dm
Heralds of spring rain hits,
Am Dm
Life begins its turn.

You take my thoughts captive.
I'm your age bother spring,
Without touching your knees,
And the movement of your hands do not bother.
I leave the following to them
Return.
You keep silent,
You're stronger than many times.

Pr.