Текст песни Елена Камбурова - Песенка о Моцарте

Mozart plays an old violin
Mozart plays and the violin sings.
Mozart does not choose the fatherland -
just plays all his life.
Ah, nothing that is always known
our destiny is either a gulba or a firing ...
Do not give up efforts, maestro,
Do not remove your palms from your forehead.

Somewhere at the stop
let's say thank you to this fate,
but from the sins of his eternal homeland
not to create an idol for yourself.
Ah, nothing that is always known
our destiny is either a gulba or a firing ...
Do not part with hope, maestro,
Do not remove your palms from your forehead.

Our summers are short:
moment -
and scatter like on fires
red camisole, golden shoes,
white wig, sleeves in lace.
Ah, nothing that is always known
our destiny is either a gulba or a firing ...
Do not pay attention, maestro,
Do not remove your palms from your forehead.