Текст песни Александр Розенбаум - Посвящение Фредерико Гарсия Лорке

If my voice is suddenly silent
You don’t cry guitar, don’t scream.
The bitter taste of vine-born wines
And the fury of avalanches
Call the depth of your only love.

If the voice becomes my dumb
Know that it’s not us who is to blame
That is the fault of the avalanches that came down from the mountains,
Young and tart wines
And my little love that came true.

If your fingers don’t touch the strings,
You play my game with me -
Sing wrong: "do, re, mi, fa, salt",
Falsehood hurts me
And wake up your hands to be with you.

God learned to endure, birds learned to sing,
And with you, we too can overcome everything,
Only one thing I ask you -
Do not leave me as I breathe.

If the eyes do not distinguish music,
Can you replace the doctor
The greenery of lake fresh herbs,
A clear reflection of the fire
And the snow-white gray-haired yard, play.