Текст песни Владимир Багарт - Бардовская костровая

When people on the planet look dreams,
Someone writes about love and separation,
Exuded the word of the soul and in the radiance of the moon,
Pure sheet and fountain pen looking for hands.

And in the hands of your guitar
And in the eyes of the magic shine.
Sweets you angel by shoulders.
Unsured cigara
The sun is thrown on the forest
And string rings
Singing nights.

Not for glory and recognition
Makes singing soul
For fog, we go,
Not for money.
Listen to sunsets again
Our songs, not breathe,
Challenged, beautiful syllables.

And in the hands of your guitar
And in the eyes of the magic shine.
Sweets you angel by shoulders.
Unsured cigara
The sun is thrown on the forest
And string rings
Singing nights.