Текст песни AtracsiS - Путь

"Russian sky"
Album (06/10/2011)

Way
(music - Sava, lyrics - Gladiator)

The old guitar hoarsely
Silently crying, she fell asleep ill.
A chiselled worn vulture creaks her
He sees the fourth dream that flies in space.
The owner of that guitar dreamed for many years ...
He is generally a nice guy, but only small in height ...
About the new instrument, next to his -
About a violin or flute and a fireplace to burn.

On this wondrous path - short and long
Souls groan in bodies, and a star above them.
And above them, they see our every step.
And above them, everyone sees ...
The path is thorny and not easy on the fragments of a dream
Legs are cut in blood, all bridges are burnt,
Only a guitar string heals from wounds
Only the guitar string of a drop of blood is red.

A tattered maestro diluted a glass of wine,
A tear inappropriate in a shabby train station
And in the memory of a tired city flashed
Concert venues where I've never been before.
About a poor musician - do not grieve,
No one is to blame for the lost talent
But if you hear the sound of an old guitar -
Please play the piano quietly.

On this wondrous path - short and long
Souls groan in bodies, and a star above them.
And above them, they see our every step.
And above them, everyone sees ...
The path is thorny and not easy on the fragments of a dream
Legs are cut in blood, all bridges are burnt,
Only a guitar string heals from wounds
Only the guitar string of a drop of blood is red.

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© 2011 Sava
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