Текст песни Артур Пилипенко - А музыка, словно беседа, лилась...

And the music, as if the conversation flowed,
And the distance traveled does not seem so too long.
You're exactly the same, plus half
Yes, sorry - the string broke.

The luxurious showcase mannequin standing among the rubbish.
He was a man, but sooner string silent.
In the soul of drafts - and this is just the beginning,
And I can not forget his eyes.

And somewhere rolling cart, and have fun singing minstrel,
And the coachman whipped, but it does not hurt, limping horse suffered,
Smoldering fires and outposts lomilas cholera,
And the bird did not hear dart trill.

There's a little boy asked to stay and sobbed,
And a pile of gold glittered in the bright light.
I ran into the bay to have a cabin boy to get an answer,
But people sailed, and the sail is not whitened