Текст песни Василь Зінкевич - Прозора музика

In the meadow of flowers
Violin playing over the world,
Crying in the mountains.
Violin music magic
On the wings of the wind picks up
And Sagebrush up to the stars.
There goryanka with violin
It is happiness morning
His fortune.
Violin in hand girls'
Laugh even wants
Wants to call spring.

Chorus:
This music sounds clear,
When your hand touches the strings,
You hear a heart zaschemyt:
Why so soft violin playing?
This music sounds painfully,
Love embraces the young,
Again, my heart zaschemyt,
If so gentle violin playing.

It is not for the violin laughed,
So she waited,
Came spring.
As morning dreamed a dream,
So I met in my life
And unearthly beauty.
And in the mountains stork
Couples fly far,
Through years and years,
Violin music heard
We are with you navischuyut
Let the wedding towels.

Chorus.