Текст песни Татьяна Шехтман - Саксофонист

He is poor, but proud
He is unshaven and scratchy,
He had his house
not lockable:
He is always happy guests
but just do not have guests
And always alone
his bed.

He again with a hangover,
his hands were trembling,
But he again dons
striped jacket.
He goes to work -
in a smoky bar,
He is a saxophonist,
he is a living product.

It plays for them,
They drink and eat,
It gives them self,
they do not want:
They have their own business,
they came to rest,
And he did not specify them
the righteous path.

But here sometimes
it comes -
It is always beautiful,
and always the same.
She sits up in the morning
and horrible not drink ...
It has long been
working
for her.

He looks into her eyes,
as a faithful dog,
But she did
It does not take seriously.
He was very tired,
his lips were trembling.
He gives her crazy,
hoarse jazz.

And in the morning he was at home.
Cigarettes taste bitter.
He coughs up blood,
he drinks on an empty stomach.
He is forty years old,
but he is trusting and pure.
He is a lonely artist -
saxophonist.