Текст песни Лев Шапиро - Гитара и аккордеон

When the moon is in its carriage
Hurries home and beckons to sleep
Met somewhere on the planet
Guitar and accordion.

Musicians have a short age.
But life is decay, and time is nonsense.
Sometimes they drank vodka,
But the conversation did not fit ...

I don't know what to ask you about
And why these words are unnecessary rubbish.
I don't know what to ask you about
Let's be silent for five minutes and in A minor.

Where the stars and comets are
I was looking for someone's soul
Notes took off imperceptibly
And the sounds sailed slowly ...

And there was a feeling
That a feast is not sweet without a plague.
That heaven demands forgiveness
We have for this strange world.

I don't know what to ask you about
And why these words are unnecessary rubbish.
I don't know what to ask you about
Let's keep quiet for five minutes and in F minor.

When the moon is in its carriage
Hurries home and beckons to sleep
Met often at dawn
Guitar and Accordion ...

I don't know what to ask you about
And why these words are unnecessary rubbish.
I don't know what to ask you about
Let's keep quiet for five minutes and in A major.