Текст песни Анжела Адонина - Какой-нибудь предок мой был-скрипач

Some ancestor of mine was - a violinist,
     Rider and a thief while .
     Is it because my temper stray
     And the hair smell the wind !

     Did not he , dark, steals with carts
     My hand - apricots,
     Passionate culprit of my fate ,
     Curled and a hooked nose .

     Marveling at the plowman for plow
     Rotisserie between lips - rose.
     Poor fellow , he was -lihoy
     And was affectionate lover!

     Amateur tube , the moon and the beads,
     And all the young neighbors ...
     I also think that - coward
     Was my yellow-eyed ancestor .

     That soul chertu sold for a penny ,
     He did not go to the cemetery at midnight !
     I also think that the knife
     He wore his boot .

     That more than once because of the angle
     He jumped - a cat - a flexible ...
     And somehow I knew
     What did he - did not play the violin !

     And it was nothing to him All -
     As the snow last year - in the summer !
     So my ancestor was a violinist .
     I began - so the poet .