Ah, my dear, friend, guitar
Why are you so sad today?
Do forgot dashing hussar,
Soul of whom was so in love.
He, passionately, caressing your sonorous strings,
You clings to it all.
Your soul sang moon Nocturnes
And the songs they heard only to him.
As often happened, he wept with thee,
What to burst all your darling!
And you answered the last string,
Who shouted - I love you!
Ah, my dear, rock old times ...
Come on, go tsyganochka lightly!
Six-string chord under my own hand,
Us that life does not seem so bitter!
These poems, written back in 2007, Vladimir Polunichev, 11.09.2010, wrote the song.
