Guitar of my passion

The heart skips a beat from sounds of a guitar.
Vibrato of the strings, moving my soul
through the flickering city of rain and tears -
my tired (brutal guitarist)* playing soft rock.

Would be touched by music, would be melted by a volcano.
Would be wаshed by the storm and a wave of emotions.
When guitar of my passion plays all day with obsession,
at the crowded square - tear my soul, crash my mind.
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для мужского голоса -
* (girl-guitarist)
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это будет не блюз, а софт рок.
вот такая трансформация произошла
с моим английским блюзовым текстом...