Текст песни Маслинцины Елена Мария - Б. Окуджава - Музыкант

Musician

I. Schwartz

The musician played the violin - I looked in my eyes.
I am not what I wondered - I flew across the sky.
I'm not the boredom - I was hoping to understand
How do these hands know how to extract these sounds
from some kind of wood, from some coarse lived,
From some fantasy, which he served?
Yes, because you need to know your fingers to what to press when,
So that the proud sounds of a series were not lost in the darkness.
Yes, because you need to penetrate into our soul and light ...
What is it to be ceremony? What to protect it?

Happy home where violin sounds instruct us on the way
And they instill hope in us ... the rest somehow.
Happy tool pressed to the angular shoulder
By whose blessing, I fly across the sky.
Happy he, whose way is a short, fingers evil, bow Oster,
The musician, built from the soul of my bonfire.
And the soul, it is for sure, if buried,
Fair, more than and righteous.

1983.