Текст песни Максим Олейников - Гитара -минус

The strings of the night are striking my soul,
My broken heart is crying and calling
On a crazy, dashing night, in a thicket of poplars,
Burning and caressing the memory of days gone by

Sing, ringing guitar, tell me everything!
Everything that is in my destiny and that will be ahead!
Sing, ringing guitar, about the mischievous fate,
Not sparing the strings, dear, cry for me ...

I would again forget with you in this bustle,
Take a walk and return to the dawn!
But I will not change myself to spite fate,
My guitar will sing only about me!