Текст песни Гафт Валентин Иосифович - Музыка

The bow touches the soul
As soon as you go to the cello
Or barely touch the violin,
Sacred moment - do not sin!
My soul yearns for purity
In that sound is the echo of our torment,
The mouthpiece is tighter to the lips of the pipe,
Art is who blows!
When there is such a String,
And there are Hands, and Inspiration,
There is music, and in it is salvation,
There Truth is naked,
And not tainted by words
And I want to love and live
And give everything, and forgive everything ...
It also happens to us.