Текст песни Владимир Высоцкий - Серебряные струны

I have a guitar - parted wall !
Age of freedom can not see because of the evil fortune !
Cut throat me , cut the veins -
Just do not tear silver strings !

I zaroyus the ground, Sgin overnight -
Who would have stood up for my young age !
Climbed into my soul, tearing it to pieces -
Only it had not broken silver strings !

But the guitar took away with her ​​- and freedom ,
I resisted , shouted : & quot; The bastards ! Paskuda !
You are trampling me into the mud and throw me into the water -
Just do not tear silver strings ! & Quot;

What is this , my friends, can not see me or something,
Neither light nor denёchkov moonless nights ?
Ruined my soul , took away the will ,
And now broken silver strings ...