Повесил свой сюртук стихи
Обновлено: 18.05.2024
А мелодия осталась ветерком в листве
Среди людского шума еле уловима
О несчастных и счастливых, о добре и зле
О лютой ненависти и святой любви Hung his coat on the chair musician
Spread a nervous hand on neck black bow
Come quickly closer to hear better
If you are not too drunk
Casualties and happy , of good and evil
About fierce hatred and holy love
What's happening , what was happening on your land
All this music you just catch
Noise around you business, run your year
Why you came to light - you do not always remember
Sounds of the violin all living
Hidden in your wake
If you are not too drunk
Casualties and happy , of good and evil
About fierce hatred and holy love
What's happening , what was happening on your land
All this music you just catch
Tired violin, though who grow old pain and fear
Tired violinist , drank wine, only bitterness on the lips
And he left without saying goodbye , forgetting dumb Case
If the old man was drunk today
A melody remained the breeze in the leaves
Among the human faint noise
Casualties and happy , of good and evil
About fierce hatred and holy love
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