Текст песни Кобяков Аркадий - В каждом сердце есть больная рана

In every heart there is a live wound
Each heart is not paid crying,
Out on the stage of the restaurant,
The beggar and the broken violin ...

And when he slowly and surely
Raised extinct eyes -
The room fell silent all the girls,
And in the eyes of frozen tears ...

A violinist swaying flexible
He built the mountain with human suffering.
He played ... Oh-oh-oh how sobbing violin
From his hand stunned ...

Violin, fiddle, - I can not anymore!
Come on darling, do not cry!
Suppose you, as a girl naked
Until the morning caresses your violinist ...

Violin, that ragged filaments,
I wrapped from head to toe!
In the hall, someone shouted - again!
But the violinist play could not ...

In every heart there is the patient injury,
Each heart is crying subsides,
So he died near the restaurant,
The beggar and the broken violin ...

So he died near the restaurant,
The beggar and the broken violin ...