Текст песни Михаил Шифутинский - Скрипач Моня

--INTRO-- [5]

Violinist aidysh Monya, once God's symphonies,
Playing every evening in Rostov tavern.
Suit well, not really, but clean by the way.
And something in a shabby purse.
Violinist aidysh Monya, the violinist always-in-law,
When zaduyut winds and stir up the soul.
Then I will come to you and all as the wind will blow.
And we sing our old mochi-and-and-willow.

--RF--
Dear guests, ah do not, ah throw.
Dear guests, dear.
Table your right. Monya encore, bravo Monya.
Monya not proud, Monya drinks on their own.

--SOLO--

Violinist aidysh Monia, in their dry hands,
You hold my heart, like the throat keeps verse.
Bow barely touching the strings curled beauties
Sins of my patients are released.
Play, maestro Monia, I am always on the platform.
I be afraid of them as rubbing rosin on the strings.
But every once in a train passages thy Monya,
Rent for a moment my head bo-oo-ol.

--RF--
--SOLO-- [9]
--RF--
--RF--