Портной Л. - Скрипка
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Not about sadness you are in the midnight bar
Don't you sing about you in stuffy zabak
Girl you violin violin Stradivari
Stradivari violin but not in those hands

On you fake on you tasteless
Amateur plays gloomy and evil
And does not understand that love art
That love art is not craft

Violin with brown eyes
Where is yours where your Paganini
The demon music is sad
Brilliant and persecuted
And let the chosen one of the glory
He doesn't look like handsome
Only he has the right
Tender strings of your touch

And while the magic strings did not break
Silently not saying goodbye you leave
Who has long been worthy of the violin of Stradivari
And yourself fearlessly give him

Violin with brown eyes
Waiting for your Paganini
The demon music is sad
Brilliant and persecuted

And let the chosen one of the glory
He doesn't look like handsome
Only he has the right
Tender strings of your touch

Violin with brown eyes
Waiting for your Paganini
And let you note
Eternal music goddess

Let all you shout bravo
But even without the rain of applause
he is only entitled to
Delicate strings of your touch