Текст песни Олег Митяев - Изгиб гитары желтой...

Bending guitar yellow
You hug gently.
String splinter echo
Tight pierced the heavens.
Swing dome of the sky
Large and Stars and snow.
It's great that we are all here
Today gathered.

As a reflection of the sunset
The fire is dancing among the pines.
Are you sad, hobo,
Come on, smile.
And someone very close
You gently say:
It's great that we are all here
Today gathered.

Yet with sore throat
We remember those today,
Whose names like wounds
At the heart of the parched.
Their dreams and songs
We fill every breath,
It's great that we are all here
Today gathered.