Текст песни 9-й район - И снял гитару с плеч

He was walking along the road with his guitar behind his back,
A road that ends in a river.
Impregnated with the smell of gunpowder and war,
Cautiously go home, but was with the fate of at & quot; you & quot ;.
On the neighboring shore it was a house,
And the river laughing burnt bridges.
And somewhere in the boat there was near -
Sank or wind blew.

And removing the guitar from his shoulders,
Stopped, not sing about love.
One that could not save,
And that does not return again.
He is on the way back
Remembered the address and where lies the key.
But shook the hand
Seeing the accumulation of clouds in the sky ...

He was a hero in the war, not in words -
On the body wounds tunic with medals.
But he went up to the house - suddenly barking dog,
A drunk friend sdrezhal his laughter flood of tears.
And clenching his hand into a fist, feeling his hands,
He went away from the river bank.
And the monument of two hearts and arrows
He laid his cheap flowers