Текст песни Портрет Дориана Грея - Музей

Em
I miss you. I do not have enough friends.
Separation - it's a great concept museum.
              Am
Museum what is not and can not be,
                    H7
What belatedly began to appreciate and love.

             pr-in:
       Em Am H7 Em H7
Museum. our separation Museum.
Museum. Museum. Our parting Museum.

Where exhibits in others (perhaps the best) hands,
And experience - pain, silent bitterness and fear,
Where is the entrance fee for the disease sleepless nights,
And you come here, you're here again, but no one's.

                Prospect in

You're looking at a long bench. That's what happened to you,
And now someone is stolen - maybe fate.
That's, like, next, take - and will once again be warm,
But invariably come across a hand on the glass.

                Prospect in