Текст песни Юрий Лоза - Пой, Моя Гитара

If the silent songs
Words and thoughts are not.
Thoughts whips hung,
Dark and stuffy from the walls.
When I'm stuck in the middle,
And even the target is not visible,
It helps me to find myself
Only she ...

Chorus:
Sing, my guitar, sing.
How I love your voice!
Distant given we're seen,
And always-ah you were with me.

Sick and tired of dealing,
Tired of the eternal fuss.
Next to go parading
Empty, sleepy days.
When it was all tired,
When broken down and turned sour,
I take the one that will save me
From boredom.

Chorus:
Sing, my guitar, sing.
How I love your voice!
In the future, gave us things thrown,
And always you were with me.