Текст песни Маша Распутина - Играй, музыкант

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Year after year, day after day,
As usual we live,
And in the usual hustle and bustle of the river sail.
Who are tired and who is lazy
Who live by bread alone,
But there was a window of simple motif.

Play, musician, I'll believe
In that better days will come to us.
Play, musician, wide doors,
Where in sorrow and in joy await.

And it is not a whim of the public,
Did not hear the cries: & quot; Bis! & Quot;
His scene - close the yard, without prompters and scenes.
Songs fate of the city,
Musician on the road at all times.
Often empty his pocket, only it does not matter.

Play, musician, I'll believe
In that better days will come to us.
Play, musician, wide doors,
Where in sorrow and in joy await.