Текст песни Андрей Макаревич и Оркестр Креольского Танго - Песенка о ночной Москве

When suddenly there
             more obscure sound of the trumpet,
Words like hawks night
             break away from the hot lips,
melody as rain casual,
             thunders; and wanders between people
Hope small orchestra
             running love.

In the years of separation, in the years of battles,
             lead when rain
thrashed so on our backs,
             that indulgence do not wait,
and commanders of all hoarse ...
             he took command of the people,
Hope small orchestra
             running love.

Clarinet broken, dented pipe,
             bassoon, as the old staff, erased,
drum seams razlezlis ...
             But clarinetist handsome as hell!
Flutist, as a young prince, elegant ...
             And always in cahoots with people
Hope small orchestra
             running love.