Текст песни Тимур - Одинокий скрипач

Lonely sad violinist
I started playing in a city restaurant.
The violin sounds like crying.
Sadness in my eyes and the wind in my pocket.
And once, twenty years ago
You were a teacher in Cultural Enlightenment,
But today you survive
Life forced on this world.

You give joy to people for a pittance.
They shout to you: "Play while I eat!"
Nobody hears the cry of your soul.
You were a man, but you became nothing.

Yes, the world is becoming cruel.
The music teacher plays in the restaurant
And someone at the table made a feast,
Swaying Tenesi in a glass.
Calls you, they say you come here,
Play me Murka or something.
You bowed your head and started playing
Like a prisoner who dreams of freedom.
It will not be so in this world already.
You won't see a boy with a violin,
And you look at children, then the pain in your soul:
Naruto, manga, fairies, bandana.
Perhaps the mothers will become obsolete
And there may be no need for censorship.
I would live to see that moment
What people will think about culture.

You give joy to people for a pittance.
They shout to you: "Play while I eat!"
No one hears the cry of your soul.
You were a man, but you became nothing.