Текст песни Булат Окуджава - Песенка о ночной Москве

When suddenly there is still a vague sound of the trumpet,
Words like hawks night, break with hot lips;
melody as random rain, thunder; and wanders between people
Hope small orchestra under the control of love.
In the years of separation, in the year of battle, when the leaden rain
thrashed so on our backs that do not expect the indulgence,
and commanders of all hoarse ... then commanded the people
Hope small orchestra under the control of love.

Clarinet broken, dented trumpet, bassoon, as the old staff, erased,
drum razlezlis seams ... But clarinetist handsome as hell!
Flutist, as a young prince, elegant. And always in cahoots with people
Hope small orchestra under the control of love.

1963