Текст песни Дездемон Сидоров - Плачь моя гитара,плачь...

Cry my guitar cry,
Angel sits on his shoulder
In the kitchen, death and the executioner with her,
And they understand so easily ...
As spring followed you,
Sitting in the kitchen angels drink tea,
As the sky and the stars should we be together
Target on the chest and the past is not a pity ...
In the window God threatens us with a finger
On a torn shower tablecloth
And lick the blood in the morning cat,
With the rays of the autumn knife
As for you my song rushed,
Angels drink tea sitting on the roof
Like the sky and the stars, should we be together
Target on the chest and the past is not a pity ...