Текст песни Екатерина Болдырева - Какой-нибудь предок мой был скрипач

Some ancestor of mine was - a violinist,
The rider and the thief in this case.
Is it because my character Stray
And the hair smell the wind?

Did not he, swarthy, with stealing carts
My hand - apricots,
The culprit passionate of my fate,
Curled and hook-nosed?

Amateur tube, moon and beads,
And all the young neighbors ...
I also think that - coward
It was my yellow-eyed ancestor.

What soul to the devil to sell for a penny,
He was not going to the cemetery at midnight.
I also think that the knife
He wore his boot,

What's one of the corner
He jumped - a cat flexible ...
And somehow I knew,
What did he - did not play the violin!

And it was all him uneasy,
As the snow last year - summer!
So my ancestor was a violinist.
I began - so the poet.