Текст песни Прохор Шаляпин - Волшебная скрипка

Ha, hanny, yeah, yeah, who, who

The one who took it once
In imperious hands
He disappeared forever
Serene light of the eyes
The spirits of hell like to listen
These regal sounds
Troubled wolves
On the road of violinists

We must always sing and weep
To these strings, sonorous strings
Forever must fight, fight
The crazed bow
And under the sun and under the snowstorm
Under the whitish breaker
And when the West is blazing
And when the east is burning

I'm standing on the edge
I can not do it anymore
Play hold
For hands
Cruel destiny

Yes, yeah, who

You will get tired and slow down
And for a moment the singing will stop
And you can not call out
To stir and to breathe
Immediately mad wolves
In a bloodthirsty frenzy
In the throat they will clench their teeth
Rests on the chest
You'll understand then how angry
Laughed all that was singing
In the eyes will look belated
But the power fright
And the dreary mortal cold
Sheaves the body like a cloth
And a girl sobs
And a friend will think about it

I'm standing on the edge
I can not do it anymore
Play hold
For hands
Cruel destiny

I'm standing on the edge
I can not do it anymore
Play hold
For hands
Cruel destiny

Hanny, yeah, who

Yes, yeah, who