Текст песни Владимир Высоцкий - Серебряные струны

I have a guitar - part ways, walls!
A century of freedom can not be seen because of evil fortune!
Cut my throat to me, cut the veins -
Just do not tear down the silver strings!

I'll bury myself in the ground, disappear overnight -
Who would stand up for my age young!
They climbed into my soul, tearing it apart -
Only did not break the silver strings!

But the guitar was taken away, with it - and freedom,
I rested, shouted: "Bastards! Paskuds!
You trample me in the mud and throw me into the water -
Just do not break the silver strings! & Quot;

What is it, brothers, do not see me, or what,
No day light and no moonless nights?
They ruined my soul, they took away their will,
And now they broke the silver strings ...