Текст песни Волнов Юрий - На поляне у костра

In a clearing near the fire

In a clearing near the fire
Man sits with a guitar.
Before him lies a mountain
Empty glass containers.
And drunken sidekick
They say to him: "Well, well,
Sing, so the soul shuddered,
And we'll help you! "

The man touched the strings.
"Yes, it does not sound very clean ...
ineptly game
You forgive the guitarist!
At today's concert
I came without a rehearsal,
But!
The world's best room there,
The home of your face. "

What should I sing for you, my friends,
The share today?
How I wish one day
Soar above the world of birds!
Gulf nightingale,
Singing over the city hushed.
Oh, burn it with fire,
Leaky roof!

And perhaps that's when
The world will be a little warmer,
And starts through the city
Sprout grass bolder.
And will dry up in the sky
Nasty rain drizzling,
We recall addresses
And to meet become more frequent.
In the summer - the fires in the forests,
And in the winter on a close the kitchen ...
We assumed a voice
And a mighty chorus Uhnem!
The tree to the ground,
To pop in the glass windows ...
...
Is not it time to pour?
Something in my throat was dry!