Текст песни Майк Будин - Рассохлась старая гитара

The old guitar withered
The dust drum was covered with dust
And breathing in a foul
The bassoon swam across the ocean

Serenades died in the garden
Shuttered window
And our bright outfits
The rags are torn for a long time

You drive away fatigue from the face
So as not to change the dream
And that all that is left in us,
Do not lose, do not lose

We are not strong now either in forging
Neither in the draft of fish from the pond
After all, we gave the cheap
Their tools

We open the door for the guest
Holding the hosts under lock and key
And just as in a miracle blindly believing
We confuse gunpowder with sand

You move away old age
So as not to blame uselessness
And that all that is left in us,
Do not lose, do not lose

Let someone else's cold wind
Blows the created cosiness
And even close neighbors
We are not recognized in the yard

Let the enemy have a black vengeance
There are thousands of reasons
You know that we should be together,
Must be together as one

So hold on even a little
To death on the scaffold do not take
And that all that is left in us,
Do not lose, do not lose