Lyrics Ярина Ірина - Рідний край
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Заспівала співаночку молода дівчина
Підхопили її гори, ліси й полонини.
Пісня дзвінко пролунала над усім простором,
Заспівали її люди, що живуть над дзвором.
Приспів:
Там, де скрипаль чардаш грає,
Там, де Тиса пропливає,
Де навколо гори і ліси.
Розмістився наш прекрасний,
Сонцем щирістю багатий
Закарпатський рідний край.
У повітрі пахне хлібом ще й садами яблунь
Ароматом винограду край наш весь багатий
І живуть тут люди щирі, що завжди готові
Хлібом-сіллю вас зустріти у своєму домі.
Грай скрипалю ніжно дзвінко пісню свого краю
Нехай вона зачарує всіх, хто її чує.
Край щасливий, край багатий труда і завзяття
Я люблю тебе як матір рідне Закарпаття.
Sang a young girl singer
Caught her mountains, forests and mountain valleys.
The song sounded rhythmically over all the space,
The people who lived above the bell sang it.
Chorus:
Where the violinist plays Chardash
Where Tisza swims
Where around the mountain and the forest.
Our beautiful,
The sun is rich in sincerity
Transcarpathian native land.
The air also smells with bread and gardens of apple trees
The fragrance of grapes is the edge of our rich
And there are sincere people who are always ready to live there
Bread and salt you meet in your home.
Play the violinist gently ringing the song of your region
Let her enchant all who hear her.
Edge is happy, the edge is a lot of work and zeal
I love you as mother of my native Transcarpathia.
Caught her mountains, forests and mountain valleys.
The song sounded rhythmically over all the space,
The people who lived above the bell sang it.
Chorus:
Where the violinist plays Chardash
Where Tisza swims
Where around the mountain and the forest.
Our beautiful,
The sun is rich in sincerity
Transcarpathian native land.
The air also smells with bread and gardens of apple trees
The fragrance of grapes is the edge of our rich
And there are sincere people who are always ready to live there
Bread and salt you meet in your home.
Play the violinist gently ringing the song of your region
Let her enchant all who hear her.
Edge is happy, the edge is a lot of work and zeal
I love you as mother of my native Transcarpathia.