Mumiy Troll - Musician

This musician's not got long to sing
Halving his tempo and half a tone lower
But anyway, he is a real talent
When lilac and mountain ash bloom
A new season and birthday roll round
And confidentially
To a secret address
They bring me books, ballet, and bikinis
And a half dead guy plus guitar
So we'll both tell each other
A little something like the truth
He's not got long to sing
But that's no one's business
He continued to play
But went wide of the mark
Every hunter with a gun collection
Dreams of bagging a young tiger
His bare hands around its neck
So there's finally faith in himself
The land is rich in feather grass
These lands will all be sold
For thousands, even more
But what's the point, then, eh
In a half dead guy plus guitar
Sharing vodka and something like the truth