Текст песни Песни под гитару. Саша Панькова - Провинция

Shabby guitar case
And sneakers on a barefoot leg.
You will play rock and roll
Until you leave for God.

Still there is something to say
Still thoughts not erased
You will still play the same
Taming on the strings of chords.

But in this city
People do not need your songs,
Hear a guy
They have long been here not in fashion,
People here are not interesting
The sound of your guitar.
They want to dance
Under this vile rubbish
On a dance floor
No one wants to even know
About your rock and rolle

Prestige does not care
You never chased in fashion
What are you sad again,
Adherent of eternal freedom?

Well, what would you, fool,
Do not merge with the crowp.
But you're looking for a string again
In naive provinces of persons

But you are contrary to thick foreheads
Play with a welcome to get drunk.
Well, how to live here without a hundred grams,
In a stump, close province?

You sit in a second-class car
To the train that goes to the capital,
Taking a farewell bow
Naive provinces of persons