Текст песни ПуПсИкАнЕц - пусть наивный звон гитары

Play me a guitar brat..na
Something of the old days
Something about children's faith
The good fairy of animals ..
Neither the people nor the pain, nor about the exploits of the war ..
Play me simply on lilac
Hello from late spring.

Let naive ringing guitars
Hope in the heart returns to me,
Let return moment in the world
Where war and there is no blood ..

Do not touch the octave of redemption
You can not have a black light,
Play in the name of redemption
Anything from childhood.
Chords alphabet, oblivion,
It is not clear to anyone,
As the dance of self-immolation
Understood only moth ..

Let me light tired from the abyss to the light lead,
Let the soul look extinguished
Gloss and strength will find ..

Play me brother, guitar
Something from the past years.
Not for a moment our old house,
And in the windows of its soft light.
Game Game brother on guitar
Give us our dead,
Bring them all in our old house
And they open the eyelids.

House ruins in the heart of our childhood fracture
Broken bush Sereni
when the rosshey under the window.
House ruins in the heart of our childhood fracture
Broken bush Sereni
when the rosshey under the window .....