Валерий Боков - Музыка
текст песни

Oh my musician, musician, you play but you don’t know
That there are no unhappy and sick people, and no one to blame
When in smoky hands you squeeze so easily
Oh my musician, musician, cherry clarinet

Trumpeter, take the trumpet at dawn
Double bassist, wipe down the double bass
Oh clarinetist, check on the clarinet
Don't let your valves fall

Set the alarm, guitarists.
And tune in to sadness, violinists
In the pre-dawn silence it is light and clean
Let the music sound soft

Let music be hard work
Your efforts are doubly appreciated
When there is not a single false note in it
And there are no prolonged pauses in it

Your faces are indistinguishable in a dream
And your names are unknown
But something unusual will happen
As soon as the music becomes audible

And the pipes are so brilliant and proud
They blow in the soul, they don’t come out of my head
The motive is simple, the chords are simple
But how much do you do with them?

Beloved - sighing in vain
Innocent - suffering without guilt
Happy - healthy, but unhappy
Healthy - happy, but sick

Let the music take you to gray distances
Let the trumpets call again and again
There, where for so many years already in disgrace
Hope, faith and love live

Let the tears of revelation come
Like dewdrops before your eyes
And people will wake up in surprise
They don’t remember, either in dew or in tears

Trumpeter, take the trumpet at dawn
Double bassist, wipe down the double bass
Oh clarinetist, check on the clarinet
Don't let your valves fall

But the look is bright, but the lips are tightly compressed
And somewhere there, in the ringing heights
Oh my orchestra, your trumpets have fallen silent
And the music is audible, audible, audible

Oh my orchestra, your trumpets have fallen silent
And the music is audible, audible, audible