Текст песни Анатолій Матвійчук - Сивий музикант

In pіdzemnіm perehodі
Evenings at narodі
Graє sivy i samotnіy Muzikante.
Cry strings on gіtarі,
Troch pennies in futlyarі,
Axis podyaka for all i yogo talent.

CCB i vіn zenіtі in glory,
The I yomu screaming & quot; Bravo! & Quot;
The I threw on stage Kvity zhіnki.
A gіtara revnuvala
The I yogo not vіdpuskala,
Prytula to garyachoї schoki ...

Gry
Musica his,
Sivy Muzikante!
TI rіdnomu edge
Nache emіgrant.
Gry
About his sadness,
About svoї zhalі,
Gry - people dodavay
Happiness on zemlі!

All zmіshalos in rіdnіm domі,
Yak in grіshnomu Sodomі,
The I do not nobility, end of the cob, chi kіnets?
Prizabutі davnі p'єsi,
Serenade th Polonaise -
Іnshu Musica diktuє Gamanets.

Vzhe misrepresented paltsі Bili.
De vie, davnі druzі milі,
Hto in mogilі and hto just over the hill,
That Maestro vіrit holy,
Yakscho vіn leave grata
That truncated end of zakіnchitsya not good.