Текст песни Сны Африканца - Концерты для трубы

Concerto for Trumpet, which drains into the rain puddles;
Neighbours banging on a pipe is not a rhythm,
According to my violin is not needed
In our little band,

Where's just you and me.

A little closer to me whether - sounds become warmer.
Outdoor winter, the people there.
I think that I will kiss on the hand,
Or maybe it's lips

Word break easily.

Neighbors albeit noisy, but to sing - not a crime.
Nobody is to blame, I do not know notes.
But the voice I hear your excitement
Orchestra for two,

He who loves will understand.

Concerts in silence, where no one hears
And we can not build ourselves out of anyone.
But next to me your breasts uneven breathing,
And the sky looks to us

Through the open window.