Текст песни Сергей Беликов - Моя гитара

Sometimes come such days, such days,
What do not know when they end
Rain small pouring and again I look out the window,
Where the world is colorless like black and white cinema

When I am afraid that the world will not cope with the war,
That suddenly the bang of the earth flies from the orbit
"No", I say, "the trouble will not overcome us,
The world to destroy the evil will never be able to "

When day is cloudy and want spring,
Guitar quietly I remove from the wall,
So that the clouds are frowning, like smoke,
And my world again became spacious and color.