Текст песни Александр Новиков - А на нарах на гитарах

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 -
That disappears heart torturing,
That is born.
And on the benches, and bunks,
Guitar, guitars
We play about freedom and love.
And on the outside, and in the wild
One motive of the wind in the field.
And the prison is crying for the guitar again.
And a prison for the guitar
Crying again and again.
Link as a string naked,
I bells-year.
Breaks down, as a dove,
And fly away forever.
But that has not fallen,
That wind, obviously not donёs,
Where is the sky dome punctured
Tattoos of stars.
And on the benches, and bunks,
Guitar, guitars
We play about freedom and love.
And on the outside, and in the wild
One motive of the wind in the field.
And the prison is crying for the guitar again.
And a prison for the guitar
Crying again and again.