Текст песни Турпал Джабраилов - Сыграй мне, брат, на гитаре

Play me a guitar brat..na
Something from the old days
Something about children's faith
In the good fairy of animals ..
Neither the people nor the pain, nor about the exploits of the war ..
Play me simply on lilac
Greetings from late spring.

Let naive ringing guitars
Hope in my heart returns,
Let the moment be back in the world
Where war and no blood ..

Do not touch the octave of redemption
There is no black light
Play in the name of redemption
Something from my childhood.
ABC chords, oblivion,
It is not clear to anyone,
As the dance of self-immolation
Clear only moth ..

Let me light tired from the abyss to the light lead,
Let the soul look extinguished
Shine and strength to acquire ..

Play me brother, guitar
Something from the past years.
Not for a second home, our old,
And in the windows of its soft light.
Game Game brother on guitar
our fallen us the right,
Bring them all in our old house
And all of them open the eyelids.

Our house ruins in the heart of childhood fracture
Broken bush Sereni
when it rosshey under the window.
Our house ruins in the heart of childhood fracture
Broken bush Sereni
when it rosshey under the window .....