Текст песни Алёна Чье - Попадай в ноты, виолончелистка

On the day when you come back,
It will be a night - and you come back from anywhere.
Drag a heavy case, will smile -
it is no longer your burden.
Will you remember the empty halls,
wagons, railway stations, where the walking plague.
I remember those who lived -
what was left of them ... Emptiness and the phrase:

"Hit the notes, cellist ..."

Ten years long ten years
to live with a lot of cases in an embrace.
God, what if you do not -
who write on the fate of an anonymous letter?
Ten years on her knocking
the metronome, the rain on the roof.
But the silence upstairs, silent.
And if to snap, you'll hear:

"Hit the notes, cellist ..."

If fate for you with a crutch,
jump out of the window - there is a fun time,
time to go through life easily,
time wearing behind the wind.
All that you have a soul -
razdash all, nothing is healed ...
And if you would be wrong,
you just say to myself:

"Hit the notes, cellist ..."