Quartetto Cetra - Non sparate sul pianista Лирицс транслатион то енглисх

English
Translation

Don’t shoot the pianist

If you travel from New York to San Francisco
And stop for a drink in some bar
You'll always find someone listening to a record
If there's no record, he drinks and moves on to another bar
But it’s inevitable to find in those places
A super funny guy who’s always playing the piano
He’s a classic character from John Ford's films
He's a very important man, because now I'll tell you why:
 

I was in Kansas City some time ago
In the most notorious bar in town
When a grave shout echoed:
'Don't shoot the pianist!
He's an artist, for heaven's sake!'
There was Bill, holding thirty-six pistols in hand
Settling the score with Jimmy the Australian
While the sheriff shouted from behind the piano:
'Don't shoot the pianist!
He's the king of dixieland!'
And then
As if by magic
Everything fell silent
Do you know how it ended?
Trembling
A tiny pianist
Hidden inside the piano
Slowly emerged
From that day on, in Kansas City, do you know what happens?
When a fight breaks out, in a flash
The calm sheriff steps in:
'Don't shoot the pianist!
He's a magnificent jazz artist!'
And peace on the dance floor is restored once again!
 

You can't imagine how much I love the piano
When I listen to it, I get soft and cry like a little lamb
But then everyone says, 'Bill’s crying, he's not himself anymore'
So I’m forced to take it out on the pianist
But I swear, it makes me sad, it makes me sad
 

From that day on, in Kansas City, do you know what happens?
When a fight breaks out, in a flash
The calm sheriff steps in:
'Don't shoot the pianist!'
'Then I'll shoot the bassist!'
'No, not the bassist either!'
'Well, will you all make up your mind?'
'Don’t shoot the pianist, please!'
 




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