Текст песни Дмитрий Воденников - Какой-нибудь предок мой был - скрипач Марина Цветаева

Some ancestor of mine was - a violinist,
Rider and a thief while .
Is it because my temper stray
And the hair smell the wind?

Did not he , dark, steals with carts
My hand - apricots,
Passionate culprit of my fate ,
Curled and hook-nosed ?

Marveling at the plowman for plow
Rotisserie between lips - rose.
Poor fellow , he was - a dashing
And was affectionate lover!

Amateur tube , the moon and the beads,
And all the young neighbors ...
I also think that - coward
Was my yellow-eyed ancestor .

That the soul of the devil sold for a penny ,
He did not go at midnight graveyard.
I also think that the knife
He wore his boot ,

That more than once because of the angle
He jumped - a cat flexible ...
And somehow I knew
What did he - did not play the violin !

And it was all nothing to him ,
As the snow last year - in the summer !
So my ancestor was a violinist .
I began - so the poet .