Текст песни Торба-на-круче - сутками молчишь

Em C
For days are silent about me you do not know
 Am H7
For myself shouting about others reading
For days are silent about me you do not know
Lost fingers by mouse keys
Fingers by the strings of the string by-passing
It beats rain in July in Gulf Shores
Beats by fire in February of ice and hot
The past is not only a pity a snake rattlesnake
Crawl longing for corners apartment
Not enough of the world evil is not enough

silent for days
silent for days

For days are silent about me you do not know
For myself shouting about others reading
 Em C
Fingers by the strings of the string by-passing
 Am D
It beats rain in July in memory of the Gulf
 G D
Beats by fire in February of ice and sonorous
 Am H7
The past is not a pity pity that very thin
Did the connection between the before and after
Paints paint the world their new adult
Time is not silent during talkative
In memory of the sun's rays in the Gulf
In memory of February ice and hot
The past is not only a pity a snake rattlesnake

silent for days
silent for days

For days silent day by day grow old
The sun above the roofs of well, what did not you greesh
Keep a journal to know the children
The gloomy old man was once bright
But his fingers past the string by string-by
Bird-talker in memory invisible
For days are silent about me you do not know
For myself shouting about others reading
For days are silent about me you do not know
For myself shouting about others reading