ArtropleurA

come back, come back

to retrying everything

the live is just an existence without you

The sun is black, I'm scared

I'm afraid to see you here

I can smell the bitter smell

Your burning your hands

The sun is black, the earth beneath us

Is burning, burning

Stay in the sky, don't go

Translate from russian: ArthropleurA

31-ая весна | 31st spring

A huge

And traffic city, highways, houses, fog and smog

The jail is necessary, hussars in my home

The iron will sing like an apple with green skin

You're getting sweeter. And i

Went missing in Japan, in brutal prison camps

I disappeared in your hand like a titmouse

And I've been waiting for you like a frozen dog

It was ungrateful

With you,

The thirty-first spring spends these breezy nights with you

I have no doubt, she is jealous as hell

I have no doubt, she is jealous as hell

She's breaking the glass

I wanna say goodbye to the salty city, where

I couldn't buy a ticket 'cause there were no train

The chilly wind has often chapped my lips and cheeks

It was here

A dawn.

And there are spider webs and wings in the dry straw

I guard your window like a gentle tiger-knight

And the cold water that is struck by tenderness

Is not so perfect. And i

I'm reaching out to you, I'm bending to the ground

And I will always, i will always be in March

And somewhere, ships are drifting as they've lost their minds

It was ungrateful!

With you,

The thirty-first spring spends these breezy nights with you

I have no doubt, she is jealous as hell

I have no doubt, she is jealous as hell

She's breaking the glass

I wanna say goodbye to the salty city, where

I couldn't buy a ticket 'cause there were no train

The chilly wind has often chapped my lips and cheeks

It was here

With you,

The thirty-first spring spends these breezy nights with you

I have no doubt, she is jealous as hell

I have no doubt, she is jealous as hell

She's breaking the glass

I wanna say goodbye to the salty city, where

I couldn't buy a ticket 'cause there were no train

The chilly wind has often chapped my lips and cheeks

It was here

And I

And I

And I

And you don't see, but I do

And you don't see, but I do

And you don't see, but I do

And you don't see, but I do

Laima Vaikule | Fiddler on the roof

Translate from russian: Artropleura

Some people presents their soul— we don't appreciate it

Oh, how the musician played on the scene at midnight

He called us into the world of noblesse and beauty

But our city was in love with the guitarist

Fiddler on the roof, sad violinist

Fiddler on the roof, please, remember me

Fiddler on the roof, always in my dreams

I heard the sad cry of the strings

He wasn't vain, wasn't proud, he was just a genius

But people mocked him again — no enough gladness!

He's far away from the ground on a roof at midnight

We can't hear the sounds of the violin

Time is relentless hangman, executed us soon

People in the city are sad as if they were orphans

Guitar was playing somewhere, but i saw the blue moon

And the artist walking far away from us

Fiddler on the roof, sad violinist

Fiddler on the roof, please, remember me

Fiddler on the roof, always in my dreams

I heard the sad cry of the strings

Fiddler on the roof, sad violinist

Fiddler on the roof, please, remember me

Fiddler on the roof, always in my dreams

don't love her

love me