Текст песни Кошка Сашка - Арбатская флейта

From the stone walls of the apartment alone,
From captivity as if traveled half the world,
Habitually thrown behind guitar
Go with the familiar hands of sidewalks.
Veins yards generations lived,
In those avenues, rain-washed,
And somewhere on the verge of last summer
It sounds over Moscow Arbat flute.
As the trail from the sky to the dirty floor,
Symphony in memory of victims of the rock 'n' roll,
The brutal severity of past errors,
And solo necks broken bottles.
Melody with the grace of seagulls over the sea,
The desire of life shrinks to the pain,
And faith in love, and hope for the summer -
Flute Arbat, Arbat flute ...
Open wounds - closed doors,
Learn and cry, and just believe
In the show, played out like clockwork,
Sleep on the broad shoulders of gateways.
When crows dopyut my soul,
Will only stay and listen,
Make breathing rouse herself, to believe
Flute Arbat, Arbat flute.