Of course, I am not a master, but I am waiting for Margarita
Maybe, she will find the time to smile at me in her rush
But so far I have met only marguerites
Alas, they are just flowers
The master and Margarita lived in the Moscow of the past
The master and Margarita...
There is a secret in that legend
The master and Margarita...
We live in another age now
The master and Margarita are in every earthly love
The house and the basement on the old Arbat
A lilac near the fence and an old door
Where the writer once held his trysts with his beloved
Now these are just memories blowing in the wind
The master and Margarita lived in the Moscow of the past
The master and Margarita...
There is a secret in that legend
The master and Margarita...
We live in another age now
The master and Margarita are in every earthly love
Time plays its tricks like an old wizard, it waits for no-one
It leaves you hidden somewhere in the Moscow alleys
But soon you will emerge unexpectedly like fate
Out of the rays of a golden sunset
The master and Margarita lived in the Moscow of the past
The master and Margarita...
There is a secret in that legend
The master and Margarita...
We live in another age now
The master and Margarita are in every earthly love
The master and Margarita...
The master and Margarita...