Мумий Тролль (Mumiy Troll) - Muzykant (Musician) текст песни

This musician's not got long to sing,
Halving his tempo and half a tone lower…
But anyway, he is a real talent.
When lilac and mountain ash bloom,
A new season and birthday roll round,
And confidentially
To a secret address
They bring me books, ballet, and bikinis
And a half-dead guy - plus guitar -
So we'll both tell each other
A little something like the truth.

He's not got long to sing,
But that's no one's business.
He continued to play
But went wide of the mark…
Every hunter with a gun collection
Dreams of bagging a young tiger,
His bare hands around its neck
So there's finally faith in himself.

The land is rich in feather grass
These lands will all be sold
For thousands, even more,
But what's the point, then, eh?
In a half-dead guy - plus guitar -
Sharing vodka and something like the truth?