Текст песни The Kovalchuk - Бард

Bard

Soul - inside, and in the hands of a guitar.
In the songs - love, kindness and honor.
Do not need huge fees -
If only it was for what to eat.

You carry your word in people -
For it you get a pile.
They say that you are a kre
Or rather, to say - asshole.

They say that he has found work
Songs to sing - no dick is not difficult.
And they throw in you sharpness,
Like, you are tortured, freezer, Plut.

After all, they are sold to each other.
You have no penny for the soul.
Around Judah, yes bruts,
But you are the worst.

Soul - inside, and in the hands of a guitar.
In the songs - love, kindness and honor.
Do not need huge fees -
If only it was for what to eat ..