Текст песни Леонид Портной - Скрипка Паганини

Your first cry was heard, and it became brighter in the world
Not that you are sad in the midnight bar
Not that you sing in stuffy taverns
Girl you violin Stradivarius violin
Stradivarius violin but in the wrong hands

For you to tune your tasteless
Amateur plays gloomy and evil
And do not realize that love art
That love is not the art of craft

Violin with brown eyes
Where is your where your Paganini
Demon Music sad
Brilliant and driven
And let the glory of the elect
Not like he handsome
Only he has the right to
Delicate strings of your touch

And while the magic strings are not cut short
Silently you go away without saying goodbye to
Who have been worthy of a Stradivarius violin
And he himself fearlessly Give

Violin with brown eyes
Waiting for you is your Paganini
Demon Music sad
Brilliant and driven

And let the glory of the elect
Not like he handsome
Only he has the right to
Delicate strings of your touch

Violin with brown eyes
Waiting for you is your Paganini
And let your notes
Goddess of Eternal Music

Let all you shout bravo
But even without the rain of applause
Only he has the right to
Delicate strings of your concern.