Lyrics отец Геннадий. Странник 10 - 15 Музыкант
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Он полжизни играл на трубе,
Ожидая овации зала.
Перестроилось что-то в судьбе,
И труба вдохновлять перестала.
Он искал, где потерянный ключ,
Где какая-то в жизни ошибка.
Вдруг подумал, что он невезуч,
Что поможет старинная скрипка.
Он на скрипке играл день и ночь,
Все оттенки окрасив душою,
Паганини сумел превозмочь,
От поклонниц не стало отбоя.
Как-то раз, посмотрев на часы,
Осознал, как уходит мгновенье,
Зачехлил инструмент от росы
И в другом ощутил вдохновенье.
Не жалея ушедшие дни,
Не жалея ушедшие годы,
Понял то, что невзгоды одни
Приобрел вместо вечной свободы.
И теперь удалой музыкант
Ходит в рясе за древним забором,
Окормляет в обители сад,
Управляет монашеским хором.
He played half a day on the pipe,
Waiting for the hall.
Rebuilt something in fate,
And the pipe inspire stopped.
He was looking for where the lost key is
Where is some kind of mistake in life.
Suddenly thought he was uncomfortable,
What will help the old violin.
He played a day and night on the violin,
All shades painting soul
Paganini managed to overcome
From the fans did not become a pen.
Once, looking at the watch,
Realized how the moment goes
Won the tool from dew
And in the other felt inspiration.
Do not regret the past days
Do not regret the past years,
Understood that non-jodium alone
Acquired instead of eternal freedom.
And now a remote musician
Walks in Ryasla for an ancient fence,
Shakes the garden in the monastery,
Manages the monastic choir.
Waiting for the hall.
Rebuilt something in fate,
And the pipe inspire stopped.
He was looking for where the lost key is
Where is some kind of mistake in life.
Suddenly thought he was uncomfortable,
What will help the old violin.
He played a day and night on the violin,
All shades painting soul
Paganini managed to overcome
From the fans did not become a pen.
Once, looking at the watch,
Realized how the moment goes
Won the tool from dew
And in the other felt inspiration.
Do not regret the past days
Do not regret the past years,
Understood that non-jodium alone
Acquired instead of eternal freedom.
And now a remote musician
Walks in Ryasla for an ancient fence,
Shakes the garden in the monastery,
Manages the monastic choir.