Текст песни Aрия - Игрa c oгнем

The choir rumbled and the temple swung
Death came for me at five o'clock in the morning
The pain tore at my chest, I immediately became free
The faces of whores from Milan's lodges
The face of old maidens reduces anger
They would tear my flesh in broad daylight
I was like a throat in his throat
I saw them all through
I was angry with anger

Hey! I'm a villain for them
Knowing secret
Lowly passions
Beggars and Kings
I was a violinist
My talent is my sin
Life and bow
I played with fire

There is no brand in my soul
Besides gentlemen, I did not know the kings
But on the violin I was burned by a master secret sign
And a black ear is sounded by the snake
With my bow ruled by a hellish spirit
And my best friend is the genius of Darkness, Satan himself!
He was like my throat bone
He woke in my heart only anger
He was worth the bloody tears

Hey! I'm a villain for them
Knowing secret
Lowly passions
Beggars and Kings
I was a violinist
My talent is my sin
The devil has nothing to do with it
I played with fire!

(Berkut - Satan)
Hey, violinist
You are hot
As always, the obstinate
You're wrong
You're like a slave
My played motif
You do not want to know that a genius is me!
You're my case, you're the dress for me ...
... a violinist!
Sing and cry
And boast of playing
Does not matter
You are dead long ago
What kind of people are we?
They should drink and eat in three throats day and night
If you are a threefold genius, they can not be helped

But go down to the bottom
Hiding in the strings of laughter
Make a sound with wine
Crush my throne
"Infernal" violinist
Become without interference
We will understand you
There, play with fire!