Текст песни Ева Нерайская - Скрипач - Палач

How sweet prelude sounds
Bow cut, and bleeding wounds.
Naked violin all my heart cries,
Zigzag love the body - stroke ragged.

Fiddler - the executioner does not notice torment,
And not in a hurry to splash into wine anesthesia,
Habitual gesture of music hand
Kolok treble shakes like braid.

Endless pain hit Mass,
The high notes heard suffering
Performed in a fit of passionate play,
In the eyes of the crowd is justified.

Maestro violin until morning tormented,
Flock to crack the bloody streams
Deeper, purer sounds removed,
He's flesh and incriminate executed in vice.

Improviser quiet candle extinguished,
They waited for the final triumph of the people.
Only the violin, from exhaustion,
The blood from the legs torn by lying.