Текст песни Ирина Шахрай - Гитарист

GUITAR PLAYER

Performed by:
Irina Shahray
Lyricist
Konstantin Wegener (Kips)
Music: Irina Shahray

Pine autumn obedient to our dreams.
The bonfires are burnt on September, plowing and smells.
And the sun creeps sleepy in darkness out of the darkness,
dropping droplets of last year, molasses.
And - until the spring ...
And Metro will not touch a string guitarist,
trusting the wind to touch flazholetovo,
and purple paint over the top down
and the house, and the evening, and the love of his inveterate,
and paly page.
And it gets cold. But it has nothing to do with it:
his soul snowflake light in the sky is torn.
And it will be a table and bitter tea. How hot ...
And then - every otoprёt gate of eternity
his key.