guitar [Theme]

If wood were not involved in the guitar's sound production, the guitar would consist only of strings. And life would consist only of childhood.

Oh, guitar, you, guitar, oh you, my girl!

And what I don’t finish playing, I’ll add.

A picnic in French is "a walk in the fold". Each of the participants brings with him something edible or gives money to a common cauldron. By the way, initially picnics in the USSR were called "mayovka", because it was on the May holidays that the picnic season usually began. A set of vacationers - a food basket with a white or red, exclusively to cheer up. Barbecue. Bread, toasted on a fire. And, of course, potatoes in ash. The delicious is incredible. But the meaning of the picnic was not in gluttony, but in communication with friends. Guitar, cassette recorder and feast for the whole world... Or rather, to the whole shore. Mentally! If it weren't for mosquitoes - bloodsuckers!

The guys thank me, spreading into cheerful smiles: of course, before me they were thrown only coins with bills.

I put my hand on my cheek and sat in this position, enjoying every note of light performance, until the very end of the performance, until people started clapping and whistling. Only then did the feeling of envy for this singer rang in me like a loud bell. an ordinary song, a cheap guitar, an elementary playing, a smile and a caring look. all this individually did not matter much, but together it made my heart secretly rejoice at such a gift from fate, a balm for my wounded soul.

You know, I didn't learn to play from guitarists, but by watching women walk.

If you have a guitar and can play it, you are definitely one of those who can be happy.

There is one song ... Once I played it all night to calm my fate. In the morning I saw that the guitar was in blood, but fate continued to laugh, I played her laugh. Or crying? With this fate you will never understand anything, so you have to decide. For her, for herself, for others.

Dance balalaika
Guitar dance,
Take a walk on the keys - dimensional soul!

Tommy's got his six string in hock
Now he's holding in what he used
To make it talk
It's tough, so tough...
Tommy laid his six-string guitar,
Now he's holding in
As previously expressed in music
So hard, so hard...

Knowledge of the alphabet is not conducive to play the guitar.

Someday he will leave this area
and the voice of the other songs will you sing another,
and space will become wider, lower and simpler
as if the area had only with him.
Like an angel from the column they admired
and felt in him native his wing,
hearing the notes of "Samsara" or "Romance".
Yes... the angel in this, no doubt, learned of his,
and the people in it too, see his home.
Basking in the sounds grow dreams
and become a ringing single string
hearts tapping rock-n-roll rhythm.

Oh, tell me,
The seven-stringed friend!
Soul full of such longing,
And night, is the moon!