Текст песни Г. Лепс - ИГРОК

Who lives by the standards of the rules
He did not risk anything.
I put the player at stake
The cross of fate and lost.
They bent my cross in half
And I realized - the deadline came out:
From despair to a bullet
Only a finger and a trigger.

Maestro, turn off the light
Believe me, no fault
That life goes out like a cigarette.
Maestro, turn off the light.
I'll throw matches on the floor
I have a light and I have a light
From the gun.

I was lucky smiled
Through the madness of passions.
But there is no more left in the deck
Even a pair of trump cards.
I know the cards cheated
But a player is always a player:
From despair to a bullet
Only a finger and a trigger.

Maestro, turn off the light
Believe me, no fault
That life goes out like a cigarette.
Maestro, turn off the light.
I'll throw matches on the floor
I have a light and I have a light
From the gun.

Too late to turn to God
And ask for mercy.
And don't be upset
What glasses do not finish.
A dim light quivers at the muzzle
Cools the metal temple.
From despair to a bullet
Only a finger and a trigger.

Maestro, turn off the light
Believe me, no fault
That life goes out like a cigarette.
Maestro, turn off the light.
I'll throw matches on the floor
I have a light and I have a light
From the gun.