Текст песни Портрет Дориана Грея - Поздно

Em h
  The evening dusk is now ripped open
                                          Em
  Colored windows of apartments.
  I hate this city.
  I hate this world.
G am d
Everything is not invented by us here.
                                        G em
And, of course, not for us.

                                         Am h
All the secrets behind the seven castles
                                         Em
And God will not give the keys.

  My clock stopped
  Not far from ten.
  We got stuck, didn’t dare
  Walk the narrow path.
And we look where to turn
And we are in a hurry to save ourselves.
We choose our fates
To bite after the elbows.