Текст песни Александр Першко-Балев - Эсхар-блюз

Eshar-blues

Where the night is such a lunar vigorous on the throne,
And the constellations with strings share silver.
On seven winds, a song is born a clean dawn,
And guitar says for you.

Over Eshar, the sky is pure star paint,
And tents in the sky are splashing by these stars.
Voices are raised by hoarse horizon,
And they sing a sweet guitar so in unison.

Chorus:

Drunk, drunk night around,
From fog wines and guitars.
Campfire is close to the morning,
Song of the free winds Sing Eshar.

Cities are suede eternal dusty,
Thank God if your courage does not take themselves.
Only where is my soul of my world wings,
Bribing from our fire.

Chorus: 2 r.