Текст песни Химера - Моя Гитара Повесилась

My guitar is hanged
My guitar is dead
Rusted in my language
All steel words

My dream is dreaming
She left me
All mediators are worn out
Strings do not ring

Tin army
Not returned from battle
My soul is far away
My body is with you

I do not know anything, I do not hear anything, my name has forgotten
Let them kick me, let me paint, I repair coffins
In the funeral bureau under the name "To all deaths to spite"

To spite all the deaths
To hell with luck
To spite all the deaths
Myself to perdition