Текст песни ЛИДИЯ КОПАСОВА - ГИТАРИСТКА

Her soul is boiling
 But she did not cry. Not!
 She is in the hands of a guitar ... and she sang and sang,
 How the poet sings his songs!
 She is in the hands of a guitar ... and she sang and sang,
 How the poet sings his songs!

 They gathered in Discord to listen,
 How she sings her songs
 And she - inside out the whole soul, the whole soul -
 Sang as nightingales sing.
 And she inside out the whole soul, the whole soul -
 Sang as nightingales sing.

 And friends who rested in Discord
 She seemed the cutest.
 And the guitar sounded in the open, in the open,
 Because she was in love.
 And the guitar sounded in the open, in the open,
 Because she was in love.
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