Текст песни Фауст Ака Басист - Скрипач устал, устала Скрипка

Violinist tired, tired violin
Falls into crying, forever sad
He sees his beautiful life
And this night is so selfless
And every time getting up with bed
Move her wish
He for himself as a sculptor master
He for himself as sculpture

Last time I sing about the sky
Last time drawing stars
I have never been there
And I will not go if you have
I will open all the doors myself
In a different world my consciousness
Does not know fear and loss
There is only a distance

And every day the violinist laughed
And on the night again he cried bitterly
The moon watched the crazy
But could not give a repel
Curved hand curves strings
For many years of silence
But not in words it sounded
His testament for the world
With g em am