Текст песни Ночные снайперы - Нет, не покинет

Night Snipers
Composition: Powder

( S.Surganova )

        Bm
My mind to stick with a smooth surface of glass,
      F
Followed by winter.
From January clouds crumbles white sand,
         Bm
Anxiety weighs temple.

How much smoke is gone from the exhalations days
How do you want to it.
And who would give me the answer , how long wall
From her to me.

        D # m
It has long been studied by every creak ,
It has long been studied in every rustle .
       Bm
My invisible old man
Dries the tears , as if gunpowder.
     F #
Replacing a window on the ceiling,
    G #
The pupil was stuck on the web.
 D # m
Do not you see how the bottom
  F Bm
Is mine: ' No, do not leave . "

On the dial the number of arrows taken prisoner -
This is the limit .
Day buried in the east at the start and slёg .
To take a nap for an hour .

But hearing the thoughts and forget about sleep -
Waiting in unison.
Window blind in his muteness
Insists on you.

It has long been studied by every creak ,
It has long been studied in every rustle .
My invisible old man
Dries the tears , as if gunpowder.
Replacing a window on the ceiling,
The pupil was stuck on the web.
Do not you see how the bottom
Is mine: ' No, do not leave '