Текст песни Виктор Луферов - Музыкант

Into the well square of the yard
A musician came to us in the morning,
Oh my god!
And in indifferent silence
I sang about birds and fire
And about love alone.

He sang about the open window
He sang about a mad horse
He also sang
About one willow woman,
How a willow cries over the river
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How immensely alone he is
As a flower falls at your feet.
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As old walls are black
How the moonlight makes them silver.
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How the king was killed in battle,
And was utterly defeated
His guards regiment,
How, crying, a messenger rushed into the distance,
And my heart beat like a chick
And the musician fell silent.

And he looked around the windows:
One of two things: I sang bad -
You're bad, singer!
Or I have not met callous
Than in this damn yard
Human hearts.
How dull the voice sounds here
Glass is deathly like windows
But oh my god
Like a sigh, a window suddenly opened
And my heart is such joy
Enveloped.

And a woman looks from above,
A flower flies at his feet.
Oh my god,
After all, now, my musician,
Close your eyes for joy -
Not alone!
Sing, don't look at the windows
Throw back your face to the sky,
Oh my god!
As old walls are black
But over your head
Such blue.

And he began to sing. The day flashes by
The evening star will rise
The window will close.
Because in this damn yard
From time immemorial and forever
That's how it is.
I'll go under the dark arch,
Preserving the flower,
But, my God!
At the end of the cobblestone road
Always shivers, but here,
They will remember me here!

And he raised a flower from the ground,
And stepped into the dark arch,
And now it's really hard to make out
Through the thickness of stone houses
And the street heavy hum
How he sings about
As a musician came in the morning
Into the well square of the yard,
Oh my god!
And in indifferent silence
I sang about birds and fire
And about love alone.

Am
Into the well square of the yard
F
A musician came to us in the morning,
Dm
Oh my god!
Dm
And in indifferent silence

I sang about birds and fire
E Am
And about love alone.

He sang about a mad horse
And sang about the closed window,
More about
How immensely alone he is
As a flower falls at your feet.
More about
Like the old walls are dark
How the moonlight makes them silver.
He also sang
About one willow woman,
Like a willow weeping over the river.
More about
How the king was killed in battle,
How utterly defeated
His guards regiment,
How, crying, a messenger rushed into the distance,
And my heart beat like a chick
E Am6
And the musician fell silent.

G7-9 / A G7 G7-9 / A G7 Em
And he looked around the windows:
G7-9 / A G7 G7-9 / A G7 Em
One of two things: I sang bad -
Dm9 / A Adim Hdim E7
You are a bad singer
G9 / A G G9 / A G Em
Or I have not met callous
Dm9 / A Dm Adim Abdim G
Than in this damn yard
F E7
Human hearts.
How dull the voice sounds here,
Glass is deathly like windows
But oh my god
Like a sigh, a window suddenly opened
And my heart is such joy
Enveloped.

And a woman looks from above,
A flower flies at his feet.
Oh my god,
After all, now, my musician,
Close your eyes for joy -
Not alone!
Sing, don't look at the windows
Throw back your face to the sky,
Oh my god!
Like the old walls are dark
But over your head
Such blue.

And he began to sing. The day flashes by
The evening star will rise
The window will close.
Because in this damn yard
From time immemorial and forever
So it is.
I'll go through the dark arch,
Preserving the flower,
Oh my god!
There's a rash of cobblestones
Always shivers, but here,
They will remember me here!

And he raised a flower from the ground,
And into the arch a dark step