Текст песни Натан Смирницкий - Музыкант

MUSICIAN

On the old attic, the medium of unnecessary things
I found me plates covered with dust
The needles played through the Bitles
And the dream was the right

In these songs was joy and beauty
And love and suffering sometimes
But I did not lose my dream
When she went with a guitar home

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This song is heard
And the motive plays her in silence
The morning is nearing again
Reflecting the ray of the sun in dele

When lights were lit in the evenings
And trees swung the wind
I went out into the yard and sang my songs
And everyone around illuminated by light

They were chicted and naive slightly
But no in this my guilt
Dictated them to me love and soul
And youth of our dreams

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Text, music - © Nathan Smirnitsky