Текст песни BrostS - Играй Гитара

Inhaling the smoke from the cigater leaves our September per century
Outside the window sad sky and rain breaks about glass
And it is not at all visible light that the world from the fabric Woven
But the soul behind the stratosphere and she does not know the words stop

She wishes only heat that gives the sun, a couple of droplets
Of that love, Ile Cognac Ile Rovno day like a salary
You play guitar and save me from sadness
I gave all my gift so let it let go

You give me that smile that B was not false
So that they laughed and joked to forget like a lousy
And our September goes and warm in the soul will let
You play guitar and save me from sadness