Текст песни Микаэл Таривердиев - Одинокий саксофон

Beige happiness
I met a man who got me thinking about the past, about the present and the future. He is not saying a word, got me thinking about happiness, about what I have in this world, and what I want. He came into my life quiet feline gait, no fireworks, no fanfare and tinsel, it came quietly and somehow permanently and reliably. I do not know how much more he would sit side by side, looking at me with his thoughtful and a little searching look. This is the man I want to just listen and just keep quiet, knowing that he was there, he was there, he was in my life. He is remembered as a bulwark of peace, wisdom and gentle heat. Without realizing it, he was taught to look and see, think and dream, that I was so afraid and so wished with all my soul.
A weekend in a little house near the lake.
The crackling fire in the fireplace, the laughter of children, fumbling with the dog.
Warm blanket thrown over his knees native to me as a man.
And eternity, which is too short for that happiness.