Текст песни Инна Афанасьева - Сумны саксафон

Every day in your music going
And so I come here every night myself.
I love your sad hoarse saxophone ...
You play for the song passers old days ...
Oh , the musician .
 
Heart music hurts me bitter sorrow,
I have kept the bitterness , but not with you .
And because so inconsolable crying sax ...
And because of our destiny sadness like a curse ...
Oh , the musician !
 
No return of former happiness, that there is regret.
Apparently we are to ever get bored.
You play for the song passers old days ...
I love your sad hoarse saxophone ...
Oh , the musician !