Текст песни Зурият Боташева - Паганини

music Zuriyat Botasheva
poems by Tanzili Botasheva

Somewhere on the air, a rebellious violin sings.
It’s like an avalanche bursts into the room.
It seems that only the soul asked for it,
The thaw of feelings seems to melt under the sounds of ice.

Beats, laughs, suffers like a violin sings,
What is the hand without ending the movement froze?
I was mistaken in believing that everything had been forgotten.
Oh how the rebellious tender violin sings

Something in the chest turns slowly into ice,
Spinning, curling a beautiful motive of atonement,
And not accepting this challenge is almost a crime,
Whose pain is this black wall rising in me?

Suddenly the melody breaks off, suddenly falls
Throws me in this pain where lured.
I agree, lead me light power
The eternal tender bold violin sings.