Текст песни А. Новиков - 7. А на нарах...

The sad melody
With strings rolled like a tear.
That year, in bad weather, I -
That snow, the storm.

From case to case -
Hope - written portrait -
Disappears, the heart of torturing,
That is born.

--A On the benches, and bunks,
--At Guitars, guitars
--Nam Play about freedom and love.

--A On the outside, and in the wild
--Tot Motive, like the wind in the field.
--And Prison for the guitar is crying again.

Link as a string naked,
I bells-year.
Breaks down, as a dove,
And fly away forever.

What has not yet fallen,
That wind, obviously not informed,
Where is the sky dome punctured
Tattoos of stars.

--A On the benches, and bunks,
--At Guitars, guitars
--Nam Play about freedom and love.

--A On the outside, and in the wild
--Tot Motive, like the wind in the field.
--And Prison for the guitar is crying again.