fost nu s-a pierdut! De ce plang chitarele Cand rasare soarele? Canta pasarelele Despre durerea mea. О чём плачут гитары? О, ты знаешь, почему плачут гитары
Пой, играй гитара семиструнная, Пой подруга верная моя В жизни я любил одну лишь юную Девушку, что бросила меня. Это дело было поздней осенью, С неба
, На эти деньги план туманить, жарить спирт и ночь не спать… Купите скорее бас-гитару у меня… Я ненавижу бас-гитару – 4 толстые струны, Я ненавижу бас-гитару
Baby, you have a possibility Play it with me. Guitar–guitar–guitar-guitar Come to my boudoir. Baby, you have a possibility Play it with me. Guitar–guitar–guitar-guitar
Друзья, гитара и вино со мной давно, уже давно, И было б странно что-нибудь менять. Тепло руки, стакан вина и разговоры допоздна, Чего еще, по-твоему,
sing no song of hope, I got nothing to say Life is feeling kind of strange, since you went away I sing this song to you wherever you are As my guitar
you everytime I'm by him, by him. You're ripping it up on them chords, playing my heart. Electric guitar, electric guitar, electric guitar. Electric guitar, electric guitar, electric guitar
much too late for that Somebody stole my guitar They took it from The back seat of my car I was sleeping in memphis In my hotel room And somebody stole my guitar
I made it trough it. They said I wouldn't go far, still I'm in love with my guitar. with my guitar, with my guitar. ah huh huh ah They can take
back to the wall It’s a crazy old life, and the guitar don’t lie The guitar don't lie The guitar don't lie The guitar don't lie The guitar don't lie
He sits all alone playing his guitar Out in the back of a little cafe. And no one seems to hear so he closes his eyes And just lets the music take him
comes alive in my hands I feel the beating of his sad old broken heart Just like there's a ghost in this guitar A ghost in this guitar Well, the night
Johnny Guitar Watson staring at me riding on 3 wheels, a woman on his knee With a leg under the red dress I wish I could see further North the warmth
And if London burns I'll be standing on the beach with my guitar I wanna be in a band when I get to heaven Anyone can play guitar And they won't be anything
's so in love, he's finally got it right, I wonder if he knows he's all I think about at night [Chorus:] He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
my songs And tell me they'll sing the words I'll sing When darkness falls All of the stars will see Just me and my guitar... Me and my guitar...
I was in your arms Like that Spanish guitar And you would play me through the night 'Till the dawn I wish you'd hold me in your arms Like that Spanish guitar
мной и больше не звони Пусть поёт тебе гитара в эти скучные дни Пой, гитара, пой Я знаю, от чего ты плачешь громко Это от любви Которую таит от нас девчонка Пой, гитара
