Текст песни Украинские народные песни - Чарівна Скрипка

The power of the white-winged bird on the poplar,
The sun was setting over the fields in the evening.
I fell in love, I fell in love to the point of pain
A young, young violinist.

Loved, enchanted by the string,
That melody got lost in the grove.
In a grove of green cranberries in spring
I carried my heart to the violinist.

She went to him like a lunar princess,
Went to him, as in March, spring.
And I didn't know that this music was magical
Not for me, but for another echo.

The power of the white-winged bird on the poplar,
The sun was setting over the fields in the evening.
I fell in love, I fell in love to the point of pain
A young, young violinist.