Текст песни мой плач - Плач

I'm drunk today
In the restaurant hall,
Not drunk from vodka,
From love.
Grief met
I am not enough in life
On my wrong path.
Crying, my violin,
Let him hear her
The one about whom my soul sings.
Music composer
He will write on poetry
The song will be pretty good.
Crying violin, -
Eternal cry
It warms the soul in confinement.
And over the block
The executioner sobbed
Sing it violinist
Let death not know you.
Sing, my violin, sing!
The soul cannot be removed from the crucifix.
I, the violinist, bow down to you
You take off the sinners
A load of curse.
Will this song
It's crowded behind bars, -
She will burst into heaven!
Because in the evening,
Lighting candles
I hear the prisoners' voices.
Sing now, my violin -
Magadan wind,
Will not drown out Zon's motive.
Life is my mistake
Forty years down the drain.
And the violinist is devilishly handsome
You violinist
I opened it
An abscess of fate.
And the string played
Throwing off the veil -
Bare the nerve of my soul.
The violin knew him
A lot about me
That's it, violinist,
You tell people!