Текст песни Вайкуле Лайма - Скрипач На Крыше

Someone gives us the talent we do not appreciate
Oh, how the musician playing on the sublunary scene
He called his violin in the world of the holy and pure
But there was a guitarist in the city of our love
Fiddler on the Roof sad my violinist
Fiddler on the Roof remember me
Fiddler on the Roof strings sad crying
Again I hear in every dream
Was neither vain nor proud he was a virtuoso
But people laughed too serious
So far it is from us at a high roof
We almost did not hear his music
Time judge and executioner we had executed standing
City left the violinist became cheerless city
Somewhere played guitar in the darkness and alarm
Distance on the road went Artist
Fiddler on the Roof sad my violinist
Fiddler on the Roof remember me
Fiddler on the Roof strings sad crying
Again I hear in every dream
Fiddler on the Roof sad my violinist
Fiddler on the Roof remember me
Fiddler on the Roof strings sad crying
Again I hear in every dream