Музыкант [Muzykant] [English translation]

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Leave me that musician

Leave him to me.

Leave me that musician

Leave him to me.

He doesn't have long left to sing, that musician.

He slowed down half a beat, sped up half a tone, but there is no way for the talent to miss.

When the lilac and the ash tree wither, the season comes and again it's the birthday

Confidentially on the conspirating apartment.

Here they bring me books, bottles, ballet and a bikini

And a half-dead, hoarse guy with a guitar

So we would tell each other something, something like the truth.

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He doesn't have long left to sing, but no one cares.

Suddenly he took and slowed down not to the right, not to the left, and that's it, Akela missed.

But every hunter with a collection of rifles dreams of a young tiger,

To grab his neck with a bare hand and finally believe in himself.

The Kovuls grew and fairytales about all the general's hundreds,

That will be sold for a thousand and even tens, and what is then the point,

When some time behind the stack, a half-dead, hoarse guy with a guitar

Had to share something, something like the truth.

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