Текст песни Александр Ф. Скляр и Братья Жемчужные - Серебряные струны

I have a guitar - parted to the wall!
Age of freedom can not see because of the evil fortune!
Cut my throat, cut the veins -
Only do not tear silver strings!

I zaroyus the ground, Sgin overnight -
Who would stand up for my young age!
They crept into my soul, tearing it to pieces -
Only it had not broken silver strings!

But the guitar carried away with it - and freedom,
I resisted, cried: "Bastards Paskuda!
You vtopchite me in the mud and throw me in the water -
Only do not tear silver strings! "

What is this, my friends, can not see me or something,
No light and no denёchkov moonless nights?
Ruined my soul, took away the will,
And now broken silver strings ...