Текст песни Дездемон Сидоров - Плачь моя гитара,плачь...

Cry my guitar cry
Angel sits on his shoulder
In the kitchen, death and her executioner,
And understand so easily ...
As for you, spring worn,
Sitting in the kitchen drink angels tea,
As the sky and stars should we be together
The target on the chest and the past is not sorry ...
The window threatens our finger to God,
On the tanned shower tablecloth
And misgens the blood in the morning cat,
With rays of autumn knife
How to you, my song rushed,
Sitting on the roof drink angels tea
As the sky and stars, we must be together
The target on the chest and the past is not sorry ...