Текст песни Шухрат Хусаинов - Между Бахом и Шарманщиком

Why caustic not treated, not looking at drinking?
Why is the lonehood of my lonely?
Do not call me a deceiver, do not rush to love me.
Between the Bach and the Sharmancar, someone should also be.

Here it is, my curse, in the lines, sleeping to the pore,
In them - the past buddies, and deserted yards,
Howl dogs in their puppies, wind rustle, knock hoofs ...
Between the Bach and the Sharmancar, someone should also be.

And the road, the witch is old, everything sores Miragei
And my younger with a guitar in the morning will run away from the house.
Do not call him a deceiver, do not rush to love him.
Between the Bach and the Sharmancar, someone should also be.