Текст песни Мастер и Маргарита - диалог Мастера и Маргариты - И. Корнелюк

░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░ ♪ ░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░
     ... - Last spring, something more significant happened than receiving one hundred thousand rubles.

     - Do you like my flowers?
- Not.
- You just do not like flowers?
- No, I like flowers. But not like that.
- And which ones?
- I love roses.

     - Further, I ask you, and please do not miss anything.
- Further?
░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░ ♪ ░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░
What next, they themselves could guess. Love rushed in front of us, as a murderer jumped out from under the ground in a dark alley. And instantly hit us both. So lightning strikes, so the Finnish knife strikes!

     - With yellow flowers, I went out so that you would finally find me. And what if this had not happened, I would have been poisoned. Because my life is empty.
░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░ ♪ ░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░
     - No one knew about our connection. My husband did not know, acquaintances did not know.
“And who is she?”
- She came to me every day. And I began to wait for her in the morning.
- Knives, scissors, whet. Knives, whet scissors, axes and braids. Knives, scissors whet, axes and scythes whet. Knives, scissors ...
░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░ ♪ ░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░░