Текст песни Розенбаум - фиолетовый Каприз

Purple whim
the color of the bird cherry in the window.
Choreographer Razdvatris,
in a room where there is no home
puts this dance on me.
Antrasha, half squat,
a few funny steps.
This dance is not for everyone
the mezzanine would probably sleep,
and the parterre would stifle laughter.
But the balcony will always understand
That the artist breaks the soul.
There is an eternal groan in the gallery
And a deafening whistle there.

Slipping on the floor
I'm breaking my life.
People turned to hearing,
reveling in the screeching
torn ...
And the hall is trembling.
A pianist in ecstasy
lost in the key flat.
Purple whim
twisting the brush
I'm trying to grab the salt

Body salt and life salt
one scale unison
Fouette twirl barefoot
the wheel spins
I always keep the style.

But the balcony will always understand
That the artist breaks the soul.
There is an eternal groan in the gallery
and a deafening whistle there.