Текст песни Анатолій Матвійчук - Сивий музикант

In pіdzemnіm perehodі
Evenings at narodі
Graє sivy i samotnіy Muzikante.
String gіtarі cry on,
Troch have futlyarі pennies,
Axis i podyaka all of Yogo talent.

CCB i vіn zenіtі in glory,
The I cried yomu & quot; Bravo! & Quot;
The I threw on stage Kvity zhіnki.
A gіtara revnuvala
Yogo vіdpuskala not the I,
Prytula to garyachoї schoki ...

Gry
Musica his,
Sivy Muzikante!
TI rіdnomu edge
Nache emіgrant.
Gry
About his sadness,
About svoї zhalі,
Gry - people dodavay
Happiness on zemlі!

All zmіshalos in rіdnіm domі,
Yak at grіshnomu Sodomі,
The I not be aware tse cob chi kіnets?
Prizabutі davnі p'єsi,
Serenade th Polonaise -
Іnshu Musica diktuє Gamanets.

Vzhe misrepresented paltsі Bili.
De-Vie, davnі druzі milі,
Hto in mogilі, and hto just over the hill,
That Maestro vіrit holy,
Yakscho vіn leave grata
That truncated Tse zakіnchitsya not good.