Текст песни Грета И Голландия - а Вы, музыкант и врач- мой маэстро.

It seems that your I
Until the "No!"
And then I'm a rich man, Maestro.
Love - a mirage,
I am a target for troubles
And you musician and a physician, my maestro.

     The light goes out,
     The kitchen gas.
     The truth will not be otherwise, Maestro?
     But one who I was happy -
     Here and now -
     Thirty-three times pays Maestro.

Here the spirit of music
It consists of two things:
Yes, you know it yourself, maestro.
And he who is forgiven,
Sinned yet.
And it's always you know, Maestro.

     And I have not been able to,
     It is not earned,
     Just to call you a friend, Maestro.
     In the dream, but I dare
     For the fact that you are alive,
     Push your hand to her lips, Maestro.