Текст песни Ганза - Шесть недель тишины

I still do not understand - why do it all
After all, there she is, I - and that means a whole
But constantly rosin one fourth
I grab the phone - hello - whisper: what the heck
I zadolbalsya from uninvited guests and tips
And requests ... an option of avoiding answers
So gently priorities straight ...
I Immerse yourself in the job you are to the country until the end of summer
Jingle coins and therefore the salary of the past
Therefore, verses with a touch of smoke
Shopping trip - a claim again - expensive
Well, now the derision of cheese?
A pile of unwashed belongings - a mountain of unwashed dishes
I'm preparing so-so, of course, the rest secretly
Not seeing a stimulus in the struggle with high rates
I also bought new furniture consoles
You're probably right, and I was not ready to marry
Then why should we make plans - these stories ?!
As a unit of society, we have become closer to zero
And we must keep the family together, but I do not love you

All this is strange to her God, for ever and sleep deprived
And that means not for the benefit of those six weeks of silence
So once again wake up to make tea
Silently about something your not thinking about that miss

He delves into the little things and allow yourself to blame
All the characters are fictitious - not to raise the curtain
Snatches of conversation behind his back like a piranha
Bite - I know that in many ways you are forgiven in advance
Effort to remain overshadowed understood my mind
Therefore, I am trying to weigh every sentence
I jump to conclusions, and eventually accusations
At the polls themselves bonded woven into the line
Just relations crisis, but are not yet final
I repent and stumble, but that has not fallen
I need time to understand - why we are together
In fact, besides the bright side there is the dirty delights
It's not just the smell of strong coffee in the kitchen
Not only hair in the bathroom, not only new shoes
Trust - a foundation we put on the scales
Suddenly you realize that you - my dew point
It is difficult even to imagine what could be everything else
When you come, huh? - Voice gentle and insinuating
And what do you do then - sit in the car and food
bypassing the distance, breaking the pause in the summer

All this is strange to her God, for ever and sleep deprived
And that means not for the benefit of those six weeks of silence
So once again wake up to make tea
Silently about something your not thinking about that miss