Текст песни А-студио - Скрипач на крыше

Someone gives us talent, we do not appreciate
Oh, how the musician playing on stage sublunary
Called his violin in the world, he is holy and pure
But he was in love with our city guitarist

Fiddler on the Roof, sad my violinist
Fiddler on the Roof, remember me
Fiddler on the Roof, strings sad crying
Again I hear in every dream

There was neither vain nor proud, he was a virtuoso
But the people laughed: "too serious"
So it is far from us on a high roof
We almost did not hear his music

Fiddler on the Roof, sad my violinist
Fiddler on the Roof, remember me
Fiddler on the Roof, strings sad crying
Again I hear in every dream

Time - the judge and executioner - we had executed soon
City left the violinist, became cheerless city
Somewhere I played guitar, and in the darkness of the alarm
Into the distance the actor went on the road

Fiddler on the Roof, sad my violinist
Fiddler on the Roof, remember me
Fiddler on the Roof, strings sad crying
Again I hear in every dream

Fiddler on the Roof, sad my violinist
Fiddler on the Roof, remember me
Fiddler on the Roof, strings sad crying
Again I hear in every dream