Текст песни Песни под гитару. Саша Панькова - Провинция

Shabby guitar case
And sneakers on bare foot.
You will play rock and roll,
Until you leave to visit God.

There is still something to say
Thoughts are not yet erased,
You will still play,
Tormenting the strings chords.

But in this city
People don't need your songs,
Hear boy
They have long been out of fashion here,
People here are not interested
The sound of your guitar.
They want to dance
Under this vile rubbish
On the dance floor
No one wants to even know
About your rock and roll

You are not seduced by prestige,
You never chased fashion
What are you sad again,
An adherent of eternal freedom?

Well, what would you fool
Submissive to the crowd not to merge?
But you're looking for the string again.
In the naive province of individuals

But you, contrary to thick foreheads
You play with the desire to get drunk.
Well, how to live here without a hundred grams,
In a suffocating, cramped province?

You will sit in the second-class carriage
On the train that goes to the capital,
Weighed a farewell bow
Naive provinces to individuals