Катюша - Гитара
текст песни

The light of a lantern falls on the palm of your hand
The boy plays on the strings of the soul
So many smiles and so much pain
In a huge world, and he still sings
Repairs the heart, and most importantly, the soul
Rarely looks after passersby
Generosity will never destroy him
In a year or many years
The guitar is playing, the guitar is playing
And he sings along, and he keeps singing
Everyone knows the yard musician
Everyone recognizes him
The guitar is playing, the guitar is playing
And he sings along, and he keeps singing
Everyone knows the yard musician
Everyone recognizes him

In the evening, when the guitar gets a little out of tune
When he gets tired of sitting on the bench
He will quietly look at his palms
But he will say thank you, thank fate
Because my father taught me all the chords
And my mother sang a cradle at night
He will never be forgotten
He will come tomorrow and everyone will sing with him
The guitar is playing, the guitar is playing
And he sings along, and he still sings
Everyone knows the yard musician
Everyone recognizes him
The guitar is playing, the guitar is playing
And he sings along, and he keeps singing
Everyone knows the yard musician
Everyone recognizes him