Lyrics Віктор Грибник - Мандрівний скрипаль
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Затихла пісня і погасла свічка
На півдороги зупинився час,
Зів'яла квітка, журиться смерічка
Та пісня буде завжди поміж нас.
Чому так часто рвуться струни пісні?
Чому в струни такий короткий вік?
А може струни стали дуже ніжні?
А може в скрипки нещасливий рік?
Заграй скрипалю мандрівний
Заграй сумної, бо вже час,
Візьми смичок свій чарівний
Заграй скрипалю ще хоч раз.
Минає час, а скрипка не старіє,
Втомилися лиш руки скрипаля
Не в'яне рута, квітне розмарія
І плаче скрипка гірко віддаля.
Погасла свічка в темряві глибокій,
Скрипаль і скрипка стрілися на мить,
І біла птаха на горі високій
Мов знака чорна полум'ям горить.
The song died down and the candle went out
Halfway there was time,
The flower has withered, the spruce is sad
And the song will always be between us.
Why do the strings of a song break so often?
Why are the strings so short?
Or maybe the strings have become very tender?
Or maybe the violins have an unhappy year?
Play the wandering violinist
Play sad, because it's time,
Take your magic bow
Play the violin once more.
Time passes, and the violin does not grow old,
Only the violinist's hands were tired
Root does not wither, rosemary blooms
And the violin cries bitterly in the distance.
The candle went out in the deep darkness,
The violinist and the violin shot for a moment,
And a white bird on a high mountain
Tongue sign black flame burns.
Halfway there was time,
The flower has withered, the spruce is sad
And the song will always be between us.
Why do the strings of a song break so often?
Why are the strings so short?
Or maybe the strings have become very tender?
Or maybe the violins have an unhappy year?
Play the wandering violinist
Play sad, because it's time,
Take your magic bow
Play the violin once more.
Time passes, and the violin does not grow old,
Only the violinist's hands were tired
Root does not wither, rosemary blooms
And the violin cries bitterly in the distance.
The candle went out in the deep darkness,
The violinist and the violin shot for a moment,
And a white bird on a high mountain
Tongue sign black flame burns.