Текст песни Александр Софиенко - Пианист

Smoky here, not too clean
On the wall, the poster turns white:
"Do not shoot the pianist,
He plays as he can .. "
Whiskey drink at the bar famously
People with Colts on their hips
Pianist plays quietly
For the sad and for the peppy
Poker is played in the corner.
Three famous cheaters
Suddenly one of them decides
What the other handed dishonestly ..
Then the shot hits on the nerves,
Blocking other sounds
And familiar to revolvers
All hands were pulled at once ..
Everyone here knows how to shoot-
After all, and entertainment
And the reason has not
Not the slightest value ..
Bullets hit the wall with hail
After all, everyone has fun hunting
A pianist is playing nearby -
This is his job ..
He is used to such scenes.
And not at all afraid of them
He is absolutely sure
Nothing will happen to him ..
And maybe I'm not sure -
After all, none of us knows
Deadline to whom is measured
Maybe that's why he plays?
What work helps
Passion accelerate deeper
Who perfectly understands
Without a wife, it’s much worse ..
The smoke from the cigarettes mixed
With sour smoke, revolving
The blues suddenly broke
Someone took the wrong sight ..
And on the keys of the piano
Hands froze forever
They didn’t shoot him for a long time,
And now he was killed ..
Smoky here, not too clean
Blood remains on the piano ..
In vain they shot a pianist -
He played as it turned out ..