“The Fiddler”
Music and lyrics (Russian) by: Konstantin Nickolsky; translated into English by: Igor Agafonov
The fiddler hung his tail-coat over the chair behind the stage.
Straightened up the tie by nervous hand and opened music page
Please, come up and hurry up, you will be hear better
If you haven’t drunk an Italian wine
Of unlucky and the happy, good and evil things,
Of fierce hatred and holy love.
What took place and goes on your homeland
All’s in this music now, listen and you’ll know
The folks are noisy around you, and your years are running fast
Not always you remember what that here you are only a guest
Violin will revive your life slept so many years
If you haven’t drunk an Italian wine
Of unlucky and the happy, good and evil things,
Of fierce hatred and holy love.
What took place and goes on your homeland
All’s in this music now, listen and you’ll know
The violin is tired, everyone grows old with pain and fears
The fiddler was tired, sip a wine, his lips felt taste of tears
And he left without bowing and forgot his tail coat
As the old men was completely drunk
But the melody remained as the foliage song
And as a whisper breeze among the city sound
Of unlucky and the happy, good and evil things,
Of fierce hatred and… holy… love…..