Hung his coat on the back of a chair musician .
Smoothed a nervous hand on the neck black bow .
Come probably closer to hear better ,
If you're still not too drunk
Chorus:
Casualties and happy , of good and evil ,
About fierce hatred and holy love
What's going on , what was happening on your land ,
All this music , you just catches
Around you are noisy affairs , run your year.
Why do you come to the light, you do not always remember ...
Sounds of the violin all life , hidden in your wake ,
If you're still not too drunk ...
Chorus:
Casualties and happy , of good and evil ,
About fierce hatred and holy love
What's going on , what was happening on your land ,
All this music , you just catches
Tired violin, at least someone to grow old pain and fear .
Tired violinist , took a sip of wine - only bitterness on his lips.
And he left without saying goodbye , forgetting dumb case ,
Like the old man was drunk today .
Chorus:
And the tone is a breeze in the trees ,
Among the human faint noise .
Casualties and happy , of good and evil ,
About fierce hatred and holy love
