Текст песни Василь Ампилогов - Бард на Трёхсвятской

Fingerless Gloves, Dreadnought Guitar
And there is no neckline on the sweater.
Not suitable for the weather, but very open
The street bard on Tryokhsvyatskaya is dressed.
With a sense and feeling leisurely
He sings a song to hurrying passers-by.
Songs about the past, songs about the main thing
And he will pick up the future.
Songs about the past, songs about the main thing
And he will pick up the future.

It's cold now, so you can play longer
He picks up a pick in his hands,
So the chords are played more sonorously,
Well, my soul will pass through my fingers.
Towards evening there are fewer passers-by
He gets his income out of the cover,
Eh, he did not follow him to Tryokhsvyatskaya,
And to those who sing songs with him.
Eh, he did not follow him to Tryokhsvyatskaya,
And to those who sing songs with him.