Текст песни Леонид Портной - Скрипка

Not that you're sad in a midnight bar
   Do not you sing about that in stuffy taverns
   Girl you are violin violin Stradivarius
   Violin Stradivarius but in the wrong hands
    
   You are fake on you tasteless
   The amateur plays gloomy and evil
   And does not understand that love art
   That love art is not a craft
    
   Violin with brown eyes
   Where is yours where is your Paganini
   Demon of sad music
   Brilliant and persecuted
   And let the chosen one of glory
   He does not look like a handsome man.
   Only he has the right
   Gentle strings of your touch
    
   And while the magic strings are not interrupted
   Silently without saying goodbye, you go to that
   Who long deserves the violin of Stradivarius
   And fearlessly give him
    
   Violin with brown eyes
   Waiting for you your Paganini
   Demon of sad music
   Brilliant and persecuted
    
   And let the chosen one of glory
   He does not look like a handsome man.
   Only he has the right
   Gentle strings of your touch
    
   Violin with brown eyes
   Waiting for you your Paganini
   And let them note you
   Eternal music goddess
    
   Let everywhere you scream bravo
   But without the rain of applause
   Only he has the right
   Gentle strings of your touch