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There are mountains and green valleys
There are fastest streams and rivers
There is firs variety
Song is flying in the air:
Free and strong kinda like ocean
It's my lovely country
 
And into blue space
Above the mountains flying song unmute
It's the glorious place,
So magic place of Cheremosh and Prut
Site my lovely site,
Such singing site of hardest work and trend.
It's my love and soul
It is my native mother - Motherland!
 
Welcome people to Carpatians,
Welcome, dears, every moment
We are will be joyed always
Hey!
Bread and salt you're will be meated,
Fine song hostes will be singing
Glory to our brightest days!
 
And into blue space
Above the mountains flying song unmute
It's the glorious place,
So magic place of Cheremosh and Prut
Site my lovely site,
Such singing site of hardest work and trend.
It's my love and soul
It is my native mother - Motherland!
 

Winter / a white-winged sorceress

So gently and so easily the blizzard has covered the city.
It’s past midnight again, but outside the windows it’s as bright as day.
The heart doesn't sleep, it drowns in the rays of warmth.
Winter keeps us warm.
 
Suddenly on a full moon, a white-winged sorceress
Whirled us in a white dance and drove us crazy - winter.
And she herself didn't know that she married us,
She married us - a white winter.
 
Snow falls again on the city, the moon cast it's spell in the sky.
Time will go slowly - love can't sleep tonight.
The heart doesn't sleep, it drowns in the rays of warmth.
Winter keeps us warm.
 
Suddenly on a full moon, a white-winged sorceress
Whirled us in a white dance and drove us crazy - winter.
And she herself didn't know that she married us,
She married us - a white winter.
 

Spring

The heart, the heart, the heart is whispering to me,
It feels like it's almost spring
And nobody knows,
And nobody knows
Where my thoughts are hovering.
 
The fields are waking up, the larks are singing.
No-one can stop the spring!
 
Spring, spring, you remind me
Once again the light
Of first love.
Spring, spring, you remind me
Once again the light
Of first love.
 
The moments, the moments, the moments are passing in a hurry,
Many flowers have withered since then,
Our wings have grown,
Our wings have grown,
And we got lost in the big world.
 
The fields blossomed, the larks sang,
And the spring was like today.
 
Spring, spring, you remind me
Once again the light
Of first love.
Spring, spring, you remind me
Once again the light
Of first love.
 
The heart, the heart, the heart is whispering to me,
It feels like it's almost spring
And nobody knows,
And nobody knows
Where my thoughts are hovering.
 
The fields are waking up, the larks are singing.
No-one can stop the spring!
 
Spring, spring, you remind me
Once again the light
Of first love.
Spring, spring, you remind me
Once again the light
Of first love.
 
Spring, spring, you remind me
Once again the light
Of first love.
Spring, spring, you remind me
Once again the light
Of first love.
 
The light of first love
The light of first love
 

Levendula

Annyi minden történik az életünkben:
a Nap sugarai nem olvasztják fel a jeget,
a meleg és a tél egyesülnek,
decemberben esni kezd.
 
Szeretünk vagy sem – nem is tudjuk,
a szerelemben játszunk néha,
és amikor veszítünk,
azt mondjuk: „Nem volt szerencsénk!”.
 
Levendula, vadlevendula,
a randevúink veletek, kék virágok …
Levendula, vadlevendula,
hány év telt el, mégis emlékszünk, rám és rád.
 
A nyár melegét ajándékozta nekünk.
A sirály a nagy hullámok felett kering,
a Hold csak ránk ragyogott,
csak kettőnkre a Földön.
 
De hová tűnt mindez?
Nem volt és nincs is válasz,
és most, mint két bolygó,
messze vagyunk egymástól.
 
Levendula, vadlevendula,
a randevúink veletek, kék virágok …
Levendula, vadlevendula,
hány év telt el, mégis emlékszünk, rám és rád.
 

Ballad of the Mallows

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Silently, the mallows are sleeping
Beneath the glowing moonlight, creeping
But alas, my mother does not dream,
Mother does not dream,
Instead she waits for me
 
Oh sweetest mother, do not wait for me
Don't hope in vain for another sight of me
A lush red mallow has grown from my own heart
Petals blooming red with blood
 
Don't cry, dear mother, you are not alone
There is no end to the mallows war has grown
And in the autumn, they'll whisper in your ear,
'Go to sleep, go to sleep... go to sleep, go to sleep...'
 
Children are the greatest joy for mothers,
Meanwhile my own has only flowers
And down beneath our window's gleam,
Beneath our window's gleam
Her lonely mallows dream
 
At break of sunrise, step out through your door
There will be kneeling at your feet upon the floor
Walk through the field that's filled with mallows lush,
Most gentle to your touch
 
Life is a song with no echo or reply,
But in a mallow my life will pass you by
If you can't feel my caress while you still live,
Please forgive, please forgive... please forgive, please forgive...
 

The weather doesn't matter

The long rain
Makes one day seem much like the next
That's the trouble
The day disappears without a trace
 
But the weather doesn't matter
I just feel sad again
That nothing happens in my life
It's not the weather
There's just nothing in my life
That's the worst of all
 
What is the reason?
I have my friends, my home and it seems I have everything
I have a lot to do,
But the sadness just doesn't go away
 
But the weather doesn't matter
I just feel sad again
That nothing happens in my life
It's not the weather
There's just nothing in my life
That's the worst of all
 
I remember the times
When life smiled on me like spring
Every day was a big thing for us
As if everything was happening for the first time
 
No, we could not look forward to a cosy home
That was something we could only dream about
But now we hark back to those distant days
As the best days of our life
 
What is the reason?
Can there possibly be a reason for this sadness in life?
 

The day goes by, the night goes by,

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The day goes by, the night goes by,
Like waves the minutes rolling, so blue.
The point is not, the point is not,
That I've said ' love you' only to you.
 
The sadness not because, the sadness not because,
That the whole universe was then in your eyes,
The boundless universe was then in your eyes,
But sadness not because of that.
 
The trouble not because the savage wind is blowing,
That January dead flowers on the window drawing,
The trouble not because you do not love me,
The trouble is, that I don't know how to stop loving.
 
The day goes by, the night goes by,
The minutes rolling, like an ocean swell.
The point is not, the point is not,
That after we met the separation hits the bell.
 
The sadness not because, the sadness not because,
That like a gunshot sounded your ' farewell',
Like a gunshot of betrayal sounded that ' farewell'
But sadness not because of that.
 
The trouble not because the savage wind is blowing,
That January dead flowers on the window drawing,
The trouble not because you do not love me,
The trouble is, that I don't know how to stop loving.
 

The Water Fountain

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Flows the water, it flows quickly,
But where - it knows not,
Between the mountains, into the wide world
It flows, not returning.
 
We shall meet here with you
(We shall find here pure waters)
By the water fountain
And we'll ask him oh sincerely -
Let him play for us there.
 
Refrain:
Oh water - water fountain, play for us, play...
Your lively dance don't stop - do so continue.
For a lovely song there in all voices,
What ever you want, water fountain, you just ask.
Your strings the spring does give to you
The bright autumn gifts the sound of bells.
And we will play upon there your strings -
Let them resound forth a joyous smile.
 
Oh do look, how the grey cliffs are
Struck by the water sparkling out,
Make for me from these here droplets
A star bright necklace.
 
Better yet I'll gather the springs
And from them make cymbals,
That for you, my maiden beloved,
They be beautifully played.
 
Refrain.
 

For those who sail the seas

Do you remember how everything began?
It was new but just like before
How we built boats
That were called 'Faith', 'Hope', 'Love'
 
How we cut ropes together
And the shore left far behind us
The waves were singing for us
And, as a rule, every fifth person was at the helm
 
I drink to the dregs
For those who sail the seas
For those who are loved by a wave
For those who will be lucky
If your aim is the same in both joy and grief
The person who wasn't afraid and didn't leave his oars
He will find his ground
 
Storms frightened us in vain
Every sailor can tell you
That you don't need to be afraid of storms
In fact, storms are nothing
 
When there is a storm your hands are stronger
A sail and keel will help you
It's more difficult not to go crazy from boredom
And to endure dead calm
 
I drink to the dregs
For those who sail the seas
For those who are loved by a wave
For those who will be lucky
If your aim is the same in both joy and grief
The person who wasn't afraid and didn't leave his oars
He will find his ground