🇺🇦 🇬🇧 Називний Відмінок - Джазмени

You'll drown your wonder, lose offense
In notes that were dying in jazz.

The double-bass propped up their shoulders many times,
The exhausted, skinny jazz musicians swayed.

The heart of music stopped in pathos,
While everyone just heard fa sol la si...

The clock hands weren't pleasing someone,
Someone stubbornly begged: "Hush! Quieter!!"

People fled. The hall grew empty.
Sounds got tangled in the strings of days.

There was no excitement, no applause, no shouting,
And so disappointedly the musicians played...

And heavily they sighed, and jazz wept
With fragments of gray soundless phrases.