Текст песни Сергей Рогозин - Музыкант

Hung up my frock coat
A musician on the back of a chair
Spread it out with a nervous hand
There is a black bow on the neck.
Come a little closer now
To hear better
If you're not too drunk yet.
About the unhappy and happy
About good and evil
About fierce hatred and holy love,
What's going on, what's going on
On your land
Everything in this music, you just catch it.

Business is noisy around you
Your years are running
Why were you born
You didn't always remember.
The sounds of the violin are all living things
The sleeping in you will be awakened
If you're not too drunk yet.
About the unhappy and happy
About good and evil
About fierce hatred and holy love,
What's going on, what's going on
On your land
Everything in this music, you just catch it.

The violin is tired, at least someone
Pain and fear will age.
The violinist is tired, sipped wine,
Only bitterness on the lips.
And left without saying goodbye
Forgetting the mute case
As if the old man was drunk today.
And the melody remained a breeze in the foliage,
It is barely perceptible among human noise.
About the unhappy and happy
About good and evil
About fierce hatred and holy love.