Текст песни Сергей Перегудов - Душа, как инструмент

My soul is as a tool:
And now, in a moment
She came to love in hands.
Love charms us play ...
But even he plays well,
Upset tool awful
He broke you order!
Five strings in the soul of man.
That none of them is torn,
Between them, the heart keeps you connected,
And our chest - for the deck of the heart.
It sounds sweet merged
And passionately eager to freedom,
And sighing, like scales, pouring
On a scale of the heart up and down.
Five strings in a human soul
That none of them is torn,
Between them, the heart keeps in touch ...
Five-string five senses ...
When, as a gentle wind:
Love heavenly hand
Those strings are lightly
Given their sound inspired.