Арбатская флейта

From the stone walls lonely apartment ,
From captivity as if traveled half the world ,
Routinely thrown behind a guitar
Go with the familiar hands sidewalks.
Veins yards generations lived ,
For those avenues, rain -washed ,
And somewhere on the verge of last summer
Sounds over Moscow Arbat flute .

As the track from the sky to the dirty floor ,
Symphony of Remembrance for Victims of rock 'n ' roll ,
Cruel severity of past errors,
His solo on the neck broken bottles .
Melody with the grace of seagulls over the sea,
Desire life squeezes painfully ,
And faith in love , and hope for the summer -
Arbat flute, flute Arbat ...

Open wounds - closed doors ,
Learn and cry , and just believe
In the show , played out as if the notes ,
Sleep on the broad shoulders of gates .
When the crows dopyut my soul ,
Will only have to stay and listen ,
Cause breathing, give a start to believe ,
Arbat flute, flute Arbat .