Текст песни Юрий Гарин - Грушинское братство

Six- Samara
 Not sleep until the morning .
 Guitar festival
 Spend the night around the campfire .
 And it will warm songs
 How hot coals ,
 At the highest point of the skies
 And on the edge of the earth.

 Chorus: It's a strange wealth
 So not valued anywhere :
 Our Grushinskiy Brotherhood
 And the guitar on the water.

 Wandering winds of ridges -
 Their long time to come ,
 And over the Volga- river
 The mountain rises .
 And the trouble passes ,
 And the guitar - a visit to us
 White sail persecuted
 On the fate and the waves.

 And in a moment of candor
 Suddenly there will be friends
 On the tops of inspiration
 And in the depths of being.
 And fly motif as before -
 You're his only catches
 Between the poles of Hope
 And the equator Love.