Витя Матанга - Шестиструнная
текст песни

Don't catch me with nylon strings
Don't blame me with vinyl songs
I'll pour myself a drink, my six-stringed friend
And we'll sing together

I remember not daring to approach you
I wasn't confident, I was sure there was no chance
That you would let me touch you
And that passionate feelings would ignite between us

Your unique figure and voice, I would hold you in a barre chord at the bar if I were single
I won't give you to relatives or acquaintances
Because you are irreplaceable, even in close combat

These delicate curves, my undoing
I'll pour myself some whiskey, because we could have been close
Serenades under the balcony, songs by the campfire
Then we'll put out the balcony fire together until morning

I haven't seen you in a long time, where did you disappear to?
You're not on the internet, not on TV channels either
And the guys in the neighborhood don't need you, not even for free
How did this happen, my beloved guitar? Don't catch me with nylon strings
Don't blame me with vinyl songs
I'll pour myself a drink, my six-stringed friend
And we'll sing together

With the strike of my fingers on the guitar strings
I realize how damn old I am
Sanya plays in the neighborhoods and districts
By the subway, in the courtyard, we are young and carefree

I remember Nagovitsyn's voice
I barely remember the names of the people around me
I wanted to trade a ten-ruble note for a Vitz
When you're twenty, but you look forty-five

We picked out chords by Vysotsky and Krug
Because if there's a guitar, there will be a girlfriend
Girls in class, their hands hidden by the desk
Remembering the nimble fingers of the bard on the frets

Flashes of memory from childhood
My father plays there before bed
On a out-of-tune guitar, mixing up the chords
And my eyes are shining, I was so proud of him

Don't catch me with nylon strings
Don't blame me with vinyl songs
I'll pour myself a drink, my six-stringed friend
And we'll sing together