Скрипка - Рыдает скрипка..плачет среди ночи... - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The violin sobs, cries in the middle of the night,

He sings so plaintively and thinly.

He wants to tell a love story,

Calls the sublime to the world of sweet dreams.

Sobs so desperately, so bitterly,

And not to console, not to stop.

A fraction of complete happiness remains,

But the heart is in no hurry to forget.

They yearn so inconsolably, earnestly,

When first love leaves.

Magic melody draws

The one that will be reborn from the ashes.

Cry the violin, cry, heal the suffering souls.

Let Cupid's arrows excite the blood.

Melody of hope, expectation

Let love live in everyone's heart.

(Tatiana Lavrova)

The bronze sculpture “Fiddler on the Roof” was installed in Kharkov in 2003 on the roof of a 4-story building, which was erected in 1914 according to the design of the architect Lidval.

Sculptor Seyfaddin Gurbanov

There is a rather romantic legend about a conservatory student in love who fell in love and decided to impress his beloved. Climbing onto the roof and risking his life, the guy played an incredibly beautiful melody that came from the very depths of his heart.

Carried away by thoughts of his beloved and playing the violin, the student still continues to stand on the roof.

It is believed that everyone who hears his music is open to love and ready to open their hearts to the world...