Текст песни Михалёв К.С. и Волков С. - Слепой музыкант

musician playing in sunny park,
Trembled in it great, from God, talent!
He humbly sat by the fountain,
In the hands of a friend vernaya- guitar!
It looks untidy, disheveled, ironic,
But only because of the nature of it is blind!

On the neck running his fingers,
                       if prophetic bird,
And a guitar singing - it
                  screaming eagles are killed!
The melody is heard terrible pain,
Bloody wounds of the soul
                          Coarse salt corrodes!
Suffering was not cheating,
               pretense was used ridiculous!
He sees all the heart,
         because his eyes are blind from birth!

His gaze into the void brings fear
But shine a smile on his parched lips!
And yet his music is light and good,
Yet in Slepova sighted soul!