Текст песни Александр Новиков - А на нарах...

The sad melody
With strings rolled, like a tear.
That year, in bad weather, I -
That snow, the storm.
From case to case -
Hope - written portrait -
It disappears, the heart of torturing,
That is born.
And on the benches and on the benches,
On the guitar, guitars
We play about freedom and love.
And on the outside, but on the will
That motive, like the wind in the field.
And a prison for the guitar's crying again.
And a prison for the guitar
Crying again and again.
Link as a string naked,
I bells-year.
Breaks down, as a dove,
And fly away forever.
But that has not fallen,
That wind can be seen not donёs,
Where the sky dome punctured
Tattoos of stars.
And on the benches and on the benches,
On the guitar, guitars
We play about freedom and love.
And on the outside, but on the will
That motive, like the wind in the field.
And a prison for the guitar's crying again.
And a prison for the guitar
Crying again and again.