Текст песни Окуджава - музыкант играл на скрипке

musician playing the violin, I looked him in the eye
I'm not so curious I was flying through the sky
I'm not that bored, I was hoping to understand
as they can these hands to extract these sounds

of what that piece of wood from which it was living rough
of which there is a fantasy, he served
but still you ought to soul to us to penetrate and ignite
and what her ceremony which protect it

happy house where the violin singing instructs us on the path
and gives us hope that something else as
happy instrument pressed against the angular shoulders
by whose blessing I'm flying through the sky

happy is he whose way is not long fingers evil bow witty
musician built a fire of my soul
and the soul that's for sure if burned
more fair and more righteous is merciful