Текст песни Гарик Кричевский - Скрипач

Lanterns sparkle over the city
Drops are knocking on the misted windows.
And in taverns my comrades
The guests are playing annoying songs ...
With tired eyes they look into the hall
The public was pretty drunk.
One graduated from the conservatory,
Another, - what is there, is a sore subject ...

CHORUS:
A dim room, candles flicker, and there is fog outside
And my friend plays the whole evening on "Yamaha".
And sings thieves songs, but shovel pop.
And he brings home sausage from the buffet for his father-in-law.

Parnassus will sing at least a thousand times
People's favorite songs.
For Vasya from Tashkent this time.
Later for the brothers from Krasnaya Presnya.
Sometimes they go to the tavern, as if they were going to war.
Analysis in the hall, a fight on the balcony.
Where the ancient article is forgotten
The fact that the violinist is always in the law.

CHORUS

In the guitar case vodka and talmud,
Yes sluggish radish yesterday.
If you want a firm, they will immediately sing
In Royal, London English.
And this song is for beautiful ladies!
Sasha from Rostov gives it to you.
And dollars are flying to the drum
From a generous urban bandit.