Текст песни Banana Boom - Инструментам

Well, I'll start, of course, to you, my beloved,
we're already six years old, the most beautiful
you will be for me forever, forever giving,
six-string, robust, obedient.

as you and I have spent days and nights?
how many songs disassembled to the last detail?
as we're staring at the screen in an embrace?
solko time I used foul language on the arm and back,
on a wall, in which thy neck rests?
without you I would have been born no recitative
no sound, no melody and the note.
I love you, I swear! I want to work with you.

I dream to combine business with pleasure.
even if the strings become sharp as a blade,
I will not leave that with you does not happen,
how could you not dried up and no matter how izbilas!

Even if I lose the memory or erase,
not sorry to be losing all the work done by.
b-called pentatonic wilted and scale grams,
as always you have subdued all have flaws.

even if, instead of a tree in you will be cast,
even if I forget the names of each of the strings.
but I soon forget the names of the fingers than their
B, sol, la, re, mi, you as pastulat my memory!
even if every note would be forgotten in the head,
Did you hurt, or would, God forbid, broken,
someone else would have played with you, and you have fallen in love with him,
but I would have rather played the violin than all used it happened.

if you're not with me, then you are waiting for me at home
in a case with a notebook with the caption & quot; Zapolskiy Roma & quot;
with a bunch of undereducated more songs and solos
let something normal, so as not to leave in disgrace.

i wanna believe that you really have soul
let's make it easy you do not bill below
you like my hands i love your sound
when i'm alone you are my grow. (X2)

Well, about you, of course, do not forget, basuha and drums,
No, not the whole song is about the dignity of the guitar.
without you would hardly even now it is somebody listening.
Together, we - the music, and not individually separated from the nonsense.

bass drum, metal working snare,
so be it, herachte until your noise is not pulled.
Because it is possible for you to swing arm
Jump into the rhythm, walk on the street, shake the head.

remove the drums - is how to remove the cutlet in the Big Mac,
like in a notebook in the box all the cells on the paper,
as if to steal dial clockwise
White House seemed to tear off the whitewash.

basuha you do virtually elektruhi sister,
without you seemed to let the rest of the sound.
Many say that you play on easy,
but in the right hands you an omelette in milk,
like cream on strawberries, as a cover for a good book.
cut bottoms, like in the series to remove the intrigue!
without you nowhere! As if building without a foundation,
if England without the Queen and Parliament.
bottoms - it's the atmosphere, juicy and dense,
It makes vibrate even a foreign body.

I still can not get around a single candidate
I was looking to each other two colored brother
Actually, according to the standard of eighty-eight,
and it is such a huge, nobody is.
but it sounds like angels singing,
Many geniuses wrote on it his creations.

remember the main thing - no matter how much worth your instrument
even if everything is kept on glue & quot; & quot ;, Moment
always steeper one who plays masterfully
on the cheapest and the old machine, seriously.
even if the Chinese Colombo for three,
the main thing that grew out of the hands of the right place.
because they like people and they have feelings
and communicate with them on an equal footing - it is art.

i wanna believe that you really have soul
let's make it easy you do not bill below
you like my hands i love your sound
when i'm alone you are my grow. (X2)