Текст песни Андрей Разин - Мальчишка играет, играет Вивальди..

Tired fingers, feeling no pain,
Glide over the strings cold.
For two weeks as he was not in school,
And you can not go back into the house.
Boy plays on an old violin,
But not all the music is heard,
The snow on eyelashes nasty and sticky,
And his hands were frozen at all.
Chorus:
The boy plays, plays Vivaldi,
That the city will give in return?
Only a couple of coins on a slippery
asphalt,
Yes cold unfeeling walls.
The boy plays, plays Vivaldi
For gray and gloomy crowd
For a couple of coins on the slippery pavement.
And in snow dust ...
Boy playing the melody of the summer.
It is clear that blizzard so evil.
The luxurious shop windows are always a lot
sveta,
But in case they do not heat.
And he does not expect anything from passers-by,
Let them continue to hurry.
Boy can not freeze - not
have to!
It warms the soul.
Chorus:
The boy plays, plays Vivaldi,
That the city will give in return?
Only a couple of coins on a slippery
asphalt,
Yes cold unfeeling walls.
The boy plays, plays Vivaldi
For gray and gloomy crowd
For a couple of coins on the slippery pavement.
And in snow dust ...
Chorus:
The boy plays, plays Vivaldi,
That the city will give in return?
Only a few coins on the slippery pavement,
Yes cold unfeeling walls.
The boy plays, plays Vivaldi
For gray and gloomy crowd
For a couple of coins on the slippery pavement.
And in snow dust ...
For a couple of coins on the slippery pavement.
And in snow dust ...