Текст песни Пётр Лещенко - Эй, друг гитара

In life, everything is incorrect and capricious,
Days run, no one will return them.
Today is a holiday, tomorrow will be triction,
It is imperceptible old age.

Hey, a friend of the guitar,
That you rinse mischievo
Not yet time to cry at me, -
Let life passed, everything flew away,
Song remained, song per hour night!

Where are you, youth, without the end without the edge,
Why flashed so quickly.
Really soon, dying,
I have to sing the last time:

Hey, a friend of the guitar ...