Текст песни Loboda - Скрипач на крыше

Someone gives us the talent we do not appreciate,
Oh, how the musician playing on the sublunary scene.
Called it his violin in the world is holy and pure,
But he was in love with our city guitarist.

Chorus:
Fiddler on the Roof, sad my violin.
Fiddler on the Roof, remember me.
Fiddler on the Roof, strings sad crying.
Again I hear in every dream.

There was neither vain nor proud, he was a virtuoso,
But the people laughed too, so, serious.
So it is far from us on a high roof,
We almost did not hear his music.

the judge and the executioner time we had executed standing,
City left the violinist became cheerless city
Somewhere played guitar in the darkness and alarm
Into the distance on the road leaving the actor.

Chorus:
Fiddler on the Roof, sad my violin.
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 violin.
Fiddler on the Roof, remember me.
Fiddler on the Roof, strings sad crying.
Again I hear in every dream.