Take a guitar - she's a lot of years old,
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Play softly, walk along the brown strings.
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Take the guitar - it sounded
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Long time ago in a tent over the Amur.
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Take the guitar - it used to be
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I warmed the guys who were chilled in frosts, -
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What are her troubles and years
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Yes, evil cold, -
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The guitar is always young.
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Take the guitar, take the guitar
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After all, I give you someone's youth in your hands.
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Take the guitar, take the guitar
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Play, and I will quietly sing along to the strings.
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The guitar remembers, the guitar knows
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The words I'm looking for right now...
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Let me be silent
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Let you be silent -
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The guitar will say everything for us.
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Ask the guitar, she'll tell you
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Like grass nickle, burned by a shell.
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Ask the guitar, she'll tell you
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As in a harsh hour, I was with my friends.
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About someone's meetings, about the days of farewell
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Memories live in the chest of the guitar.
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What are her troubles and years
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Yes, evil cold?
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The guitar is always young!
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Take the guitar, take the guitar
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After all, I give you someone's youth in your hands.
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Take the guitar, take the guitar!
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Play, and I'll quietly sing along to the strings!
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The guitar remembers, the guitar knows
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The words I'm looking for right now...
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Let me be silent
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Let you be silent -
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The guitar will say everything for us.
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... About someone's meetings, about the days of farewell
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Memories live in the chest of the guitar.
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What are her troubles and years
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Yes, evil cold?
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The guitar is always young! |