Текст песни Булат Окуджава - Все глуше музыка души...

All the muffled music of the soul,
All music louder attack.
But you do not rush it,
do not be deceived in the dark:
that louder music attack
that the muffled music of the soul.

The louder the music attacks
the sweeter are the lights.
And it was the only way
in my wanderings yesterday:
the sweeter are the lights,
the louder the music attacks.

From the depths of bygone years
yet rather than once:
the louder the music wins
the more bitter each loss.
Yet rather than once,
from the depths of bygone years.

And all this is in our blood,
though this is not trained:
purer love music,
the louder the music of sadness.
The louder the music of sadness,
the higher the music of love.