Текст песни Риф Габасов - Груша

I'm not a cowboy life
But behind the mists pitch you
Dropping from the sky in an enchanted forest
Discover a new world of wonders.

I say: & quot; Wait a minute, buddy, I'm sorry,
White spots on earth not find & quot;
And I'm stubborn to where the forest, tent, water,
Where over the fire lit the night star.

The songs have touched the soul,
Breaks the heart of the bulb.
Anyone who loves and waits on the guitar sings,
He does not crawl, and lives.

Tailwind for the dawn flying
And in the blue sky clouds I cry:
& Quot; you hundreds of rainbows visible in sonorous strings of spring
Keep childhood dreams of gold & quot;

The songs have touched the soul,
Breaks the heart of the bulb.
Anyone who loves and waits on the guitar sings,
He does not crawl, and lives.

I hear the night hugging with silence
Forget the city and its mobile
And prove to everyone that there is
Good Tidings
Live music treats us here

The songs have touched the soul,
Breaks the heart of the bulb.
Anyone who loves and waits on the guitar sings,
He does not crawl, and lives.