Мастер и маргарита - Тема - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

“Listen to soundlessness,” Margarita said to the master, and the sand rustled under her bare feet, “listen and enjoy what you were not given in life,“ silence. ” Look, there is ahead of your eternal house, which they gave you as a reward. I already see the Venetian window and curly grapes, it rises to the roof itself. Here is your house, here is your eternal house. I know that in the evening those whom you love, who you are interested in and who will not alarm you will come to you. They will play you, they will sing to you, you will see what light in the room when candles burn. You will fall asleep, putting on your greasy and eternal cap, you will fall asleep with a smile on your lips. A dream will strengthen you, you will reason wisely.

And you will not be able to drive me away. I will protect your dream.

So Margarita said, walking with the master in their eternal house, and it seemed to the master that the words of Margarita flow in the same way as the stream left behind and whispered, and the memory of the master, a restless, sophisticated memory began to die out. Someone let go of the master, as he himself had just let him go the created hero. This hero went into the abyss, left irrevocably, the son of the King-Zveztcha King, the cruel fifth prosecutor of Judea, the rider Pontius Pilate, forgotten on Sunday.