Текст песни Джэм - А ты играй , музыкант...

Find my shadow in the darkness of coffee illusions
Fatigue is not treated with rest by rains outside the window
Steps to the rack, to the truth is also a step
And the main thing is just to forget what we live for

And you play, musician, over the bitter smoke of candles
And a glass over a glass under the sweet whisper of nights
I'll rip my life to the edge of the dark
Here they treat the soul with a glass of trouble

Hysterical moonlit nights, someone's voice is calling
I paid my bills, I don't need peace
And they say to me: "Musician, will you drink with me?"
Everything is spent in dust. Maybe we'll get lucky now?

And you play, musician, over the bitter smoke of candles
And a glass over a glass under the sweet whisper of nights
I'll rip my life to the edge of the dark
Here the soul is healed at the expense of emptiness

And someone's hand raises the last sip
We're betting on the half-erased gold of days
But there, behind the back, they pull the trigger with a click
And a bullet through and someone will remember friends

And you play, musician, over the bitter smoke of candles
And a glass over a glass under the sweet whisper of nights
I'll rip my life to the edge of the dark
Here they treat the soul with a glass of trouble