Текст песни Сергей Каратченя - Когда нет третьей струны на гитаре

When there is no third-string guitar
At the height of the architect dozing sadly.
My hourglass stood -
Add gloss in poetry is impossible.

After all, the song sounds, parts of life
Live images took on.

My dreams remained dreams
I am a stranger in rags dilapidated.
Feed the mind of emotions aside,
To witness the beginning of the discovery.

And I thought, and listened to the heart,
Afraid to break the magic touch.

When there is no third-string guitar
I will not tell what we were looking for
In the sands, in the pursuit of various faded
The days flew by like dreams imperceptibly.

I very rarely been present
Where the void is brilliant
Now I often dwell there
And I do not suffer alone.

When there is no third string guitar
Pity left that had not submitted
Do not I declared to you the revelations
Not inspired spontaneous moments.

Beautiful is the smell of the river and needles
So do not smell in the house wallpaper.
In the forest, the night, the crackling firewood, the sparks
Can not overshadow the city bass.

Outdoor Atlas is on his knees
He will not let me forget to laziness.
I can go to any place,
I can swing on your lap daughter.
I can, I can, a lot of that, of course,
That's just all this bezuspeshno-
To wait and to postpone action reason
L Is not it better to drink the living water.