Текст песни А. Талалакин - Моя Джозефина

My Josephine

I was in a strange writing on scraps of canvas
The rags torn sky in a closet old Ju ..
My Josephine plays the violin rhapsody Liszt sight
My Pinocchio did not want to take off the veil

When in perpetual gloom of the night came on April
My Puppet Master pour me your onion soup
Suddenly, through the torn canvas I see the Door
What a strange tale ... maybe I'm stupid

Guitar and violin and flute a simple jam
I came on the scene - there is an old scaffold and executioner
My Josephine slowly stabbed me in the heart of a dozen poems
And rolling rolling rolling rolling ball

A. Talalakin