Текст песни Аркадий Укупник - Маэстро джаз

This is the dream: my apartment
in the morning , my finest hour ,
It was all the jazz world,
 and I was a jazz maestro himself .

as if I did not live never
and rhinestones last chance
Screaming all the subjects a minute jazz ,
Then he sighed : & quot; This is a jazz & quot;
etc.
Thrace, Butterfly , patent leather shoes , waved her wand and jazz .

But dreams come to an end and you are only a number
Your silent whispers , my reward : maestro
Bravo! what was the jazz !
etc.
etc.