Текст песни В.Кузьмин, А.Пугачева - Этот парень с гитарой

It would be naive to trust the heart,
Gm A
To challenge fate.
Dm
He said: "I have nothing to lose ..."
Gm A
I was just lying to myself.

   Dm
   But the heart is torn in half,
   Gm A
   When the rain ringtone
   Dm
   He reminds me of myself
   Gm A
   Motive, understandable only to us.
   Gm A
   And maybe sleepy poplars ...

                 Dm
This guy with a guitar,
                 B
This guy with a guitar
 C
new colors
               Dm B Am
I paint my world!
                 Dm
This guy with a guitar,
                 B
This guy with a guitar
C F
Backlog of my living soul strings.
            A
Where did he come from,
Where did he come this?

   What sings his string
   only one is known to me,
   For bypassed wall
   There will be a new wall ...
   And, indeed, what is my fault?

This guy with a guitar,
This guy with a guitar
new colors
I paint my world!
This guy with a guitar,
This guy with a guitar
Backlog of my living soul strings.
Where did he come from,
Where did he come this?