Текст песни Валентин Мороз - Лірник

Whether from the south or from the east
Through the heat, through the water
Gene, behind the forest clouds
Gene, mountains of heaven
He was walking lamely
Old lyre player with a beard
He sowed fabulous streams of love
But there was no more blood in their hearts
Only the body remained and the light went out
But grandfather only wanted your soul to flourish!

He came quietly, everyone knew him
He will get a lyre, and his hands will play!
The sounds that were heard, the strings that sounded
They sought hearts, and tears came…
The soul felt what it became,
whom she loved… And the lyre played quietly…
He sowed fabulous streams of love
But there was no more blood in their hearts
Only the body remained and the light went out
But grandfather only wanted your soul to flourish!

And the grandfather sowed a thin string,
what we would have a soul!
And in joy and sorrow
His song always added freedom
Are there left people with an open soul,
And what is in your heart? What will happen to you?
He sowed fabulous streams of love
But there was no more blood in their hearts
Only the body remained and the light went out
But grandfather only wanted your soul to flourish!

Lyricist, play everywhere!
Lyricist, sing among the people!
Cheer up the game,
Our strange land ...

Paradise will be called to you. Soon!
Free sky. Beyond the field!
And you cheer with the game,
Our strange land ...