Lyrics Бумбокс - Гітара
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В мене є те, що не зовсім потрібно тобі, бейбі.
В тебе є те, що не зовсім мені по зубах.
Я кожен день, я щодня обіцяю собі: навчусь
Грію я тебе в своїх руках, грати не вмію.
В тебе є шість струн, сім нот, безліч акордів.
Здавалося б поміняв там, взяв тут, але не виходить.
Збиваю я руки в кров, тримаю мов спрут, затримую подих.
Мабуть нездара - мовчить моя гітара.
Це кляті гроші, вони заважають тобі. Спалю.
Зимові ночі, коли я тебе не чіпав, пробач,
Якщо ти хочеш я всім розкажу як, як тебе я люблю,
Поприбираю цей срач, тільки заплач.
Золотом тих струн, тих нот, сріблом акордів.
Здавалося б поміняв там, взяв тут, але не виходить.
Збиваю я руки в кров, тримаю мов спрут, затримую подих.
Мабуть нездара - мовчить моя гітара.
Шість струн, сім нот, безліч акордів.
Здавалося б поміняв там, взяв тут, але не виходить.
Збиваю я руки в кров, тримаю мов спрут, затримую подих.
Мабуть нездара - мовчить моя гітара.
Шість струн, сім нот, безліч акордів.
Здавалося б поміняв там, взяв тут, але не виходить.
Збиваю я пальці в кров, тримаю мов спрут, затримую подих.
Мабуть нездара - мовчить моя гітара.
Мабуть нездара...
I have something that you do not really need, baby.
You have something that does not really fit my teeth.
Every day, I promise myself every day: I'll learn
I'm gripe I'm in your hands, I can not play.
You have six strings, seven notes, lots of chords.
It would seem to have changed there, took here, but it does not work out.
I beat my hands in the blood, I hold it like an opaque, I hold my breath.
Perhaps it's not secret - my guitar is silent.
This is a damn money, they interfere with you. I'm sleeping
Winter nights, when I did not touch you, sorry,
If you want I will tell everyone like how I love you
I'll pick up this buddy, only a cry.
Gold of those strings, those notes, silver chords.
It would seem to have changed there, took here, but it does not work out.
I beat my hands in the blood, I hold it like an opaque, I hold my breath.
Perhaps it's not secret - my guitar is silent.
Six strings, seven notes, lots of chords.
It would seem to have changed there, took here, but it does not work out.
I beat my hands in the blood, I hold it like an opaque, I hold my breath.
Perhaps it's not secret - my guitar is silent.
Six strings, seven notes, lots of chords.
It would seem to have changed there, took here, but it does not work out.
I beat my fingers into the blood, I hold it like an octopus, I hold my breath.
Perhaps it's not secret - my guitar is silent.
Probably not ...
You have something that does not really fit my teeth.
Every day, I promise myself every day: I'll learn
I'm gripe I'm in your hands, I can not play.
You have six strings, seven notes, lots of chords.
It would seem to have changed there, took here, but it does not work out.
I beat my hands in the blood, I hold it like an opaque, I hold my breath.
Perhaps it's not secret - my guitar is silent.
This is a damn money, they interfere with you. I'm sleeping
Winter nights, when I did not touch you, sorry,
If you want I will tell everyone like how I love you
I'll pick up this buddy, only a cry.
Gold of those strings, those notes, silver chords.
It would seem to have changed there, took here, but it does not work out.
I beat my hands in the blood, I hold it like an opaque, I hold my breath.
Perhaps it's not secret - my guitar is silent.
Six strings, seven notes, lots of chords.
It would seem to have changed there, took here, but it does not work out.
I beat my hands in the blood, I hold it like an opaque, I hold my breath.
Perhaps it's not secret - my guitar is silent.
Six strings, seven notes, lots of chords.
It would seem to have changed there, took here, but it does not work out.
I beat my fingers into the blood, I hold it like an octopus, I hold my breath.
Perhaps it's not secret - my guitar is silent.
Probably not ...