А пісня скрипки, як позолота, Бо в ній любові найвища нота. Бо хвиля звуків така солодка, Чого ж кохання таке коротке?
Приспів. (2)
Струна замовкла, Сльоза лишилась, лишилась...
The violin sounded and suddenly subsided - There is no joy, no disaster. There is only a memory on a white background, Like fragments of night symphonies.
Chorus: The violin sounded, | It sounded anxious and tender. | The violin sounded, | It sounded pious and sinful. | The violin sounded, | There was a celestial force. | The string fell silent, | The tear was lost, lost ... | (2)
And the song of the violin, like gilding, Because love has the highest note in it. Because the wave of sounds is so sweet, Why is love so short?
Chorus. (2)
The string fell silent, The tear was lost, lost ...