Bulat Okudzhava:
The tiny orchestra of hope 
B.А. 

When suddenly you hear the sound 
of distant funnels in the dark,
The words of prayer like hawks of midnight 
escape the hot lips as they spark
The melody is haunting people 
like chancy raindrops from above –
The tiny orchestra of hope 
conducted by the word of love.

In years of war and desolation 
when rains of treason,
rains of lead Attacked our backs [bad word] anger 
and there was nobody to help, 
And officers had husky voices, 
 [bad word] our fortunes from above? – 
The tiny orchestra of hope 
conducted by the word of love.

Clarinet has holes, the [bad word] s broken, 
bassoon [bad word] like wise man’s stick,
The skin of [bad word] has gone to pieces,
the clarinettist’s still all chic, 
The flutist’s subtle as a young 
prince, conspiring people from above – 
The tiny orchestra of hope 
conducted by the word of love.