Текст песни Маша Распутина - Играй, музыкант

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Year after year, day after day,
As usual, we're living in,
And the usual hustle and bustle of the river sail.
Who is tired and who is lazy,
Those who live by bread alone,
But under the window there was a simple motive.

Play a musician, I'll believe
In that better days will come to us.
Play, musician, wide doors,
Where in sorrow and in joy await.

And it is not a whim of the public,
What can not be heard shouting: & quot; Bis! & Quot;
His scene - cramped courtyard, without prompters and scenes.
Songs fate of the city,
Musician on the road at all times.
Often, empty his pockets, but it does not matter.

Play a musician, I'll believe
In that better days will come to us.
Play, musician, wide doors,
Where in sorrow and in joy await.