Летающие Звери - Тонкая работа
текст песни

A candle burns on the workbench
Dropping an unsteady reflection.
One day the violinist's fingers
The voice of the violin will wake you up
But even now, through the secret varnish,
A note bursts out
Delicate work, fine work,
Fine work, fine work!

A poet lives among words and dreams,
Scientist among numbers.
The artist is looking for a new color,
Philosopher - old meaning,
Like an obsession, like a dope,
All my life there is one concern -
Fine work, fine work
Delicate work, delicate.

A boat runs on the waves -
There are patches on the sail.
And the endless ocean
Plays hide and seek with the helmsman.
But a guiding star
Someone hung it in the sky -
Fine work, fine work
Delicate work, delicate.