Текст песни Ночные снайперы - Нет, не покинет

Night snipers
Composition: Powder

(S. Surganova)

        Bm
My gaze was akin to the surface of glass
      F
Behind which is winter.
White clouds crumble from January clouds
         Bm
Anxiety crushes the temple.

How much smoke has gone from the exhalation of days
As you want to her.
And who would give me an answer, how long is the wall
From her to me

        D # m
Every creak has long been studied
Every rustle has long been studied.
       Bm
My invisible old man
Drying tears, like gunpowder.
     F #
Replacing the window with the ceiling,
    G #
The pupil is stuck on a web.
 D # m
You do not see how to the bottom
  F bm
There is mine: 'No, he will not leave.'

On the dial, the number of arrows captured
This is the limit.
Day buried east at the start and lay down.
Take a nap for an hour.

But thoughts and hearing forgot about the dream -
Waiting in unison.
Blind window in his dumbness
It says about you.

Every creak has long been studied
Every rustle has long been studied.
My invisible old man
Drying tears, like gunpowder.
Replacing the window with the ceiling,
The pupil is stuck on a web.
You do not see how to the bottom
There is mine: 'No, it will not leave'