yurіy yaremchuk – Skripko my

Author: yurіy yaremchuk
Name: Skripko my

Song Lyrics

Why a crying violin violinist?
Why is this so my heart is crying kraye?
By schemu my soul spopelya
And all cold nature proymaye.
For how hurt me her sorrows
For those which never restore,
A padolyst kruzhlya like cranes,
Which does not stop, do not understand.

My violin, my Lyubko, play, play, play,
Gently, frankly, how I love - speaking
His singing my heart glad
My violin, my Lyubko, play, play, play, play.

Every year that unfortunately I armhole.
The soul hurts not find words.
Although blanches whiskey breath of winter,
And your heart blossoms delicate language.
Why I was given you felt,
What a face wipe tears should?
You carry one through the years
His love, his restless soul.

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