Текст песни Софья Крылова - С гитарой

Write soul to me a couple of lines,
I'll sing them with a guitar chorus.
Shockingly from the brain to the kidneys:
There is nothing worse than a head the quarrel.

Just as planned hour of fun,
And the strings fingers caught,
Eyelids eyes completely fallen,
And intoxicating muse not sing.

And at the heart strings were not -
Heart blood with alcohol only chasing,
And for all the songs seemed a little
Rasprekrasno night of the lunar year.

Before the eyes of the people, pine dance.
And so the soul of the song asks bold.
And who is now a matter,
What is our song with the guitar.

I myself can not make out the words,
Just the joy cleared briskly.
In my head, let the trash,
Does not matter, I'll still be playing.