music by Pavel Dvorsky
words by V. Tretyak
Already the dawn of evening was burning in the meadow,
But the bells in the smithy are ringing.
And though his hands and eyes are black,
But the soul is fiery as the heat in the furnace.
Like the fire of a soloist - the thorn of a blacksmith,
And we will take our violinist to our meeting,
Listen, music, let's say violinist,
Give the best song to the smith.
These two maestros were spinning in the dance,
The violin and the horseshoe captivated the heart.
Because the violinist and blacksmith know the secrets
The one is the ringing song, the one is ringing.
Like the fire of a soloist - the thorn of a blacksmith,
And we will take our violinist to our meeting,
Listen, music, let's say violinist,
Give the best song to the smith.
It runs down to the sky, down to the sky,
Music of fire and music of fire,
Stop the fiddle, the fiddle is relentless,
Because the blacksmith has a young sweetheart.
Like the fire of a soloist - the thorn of a blacksmith,
And we will take our violinist to our meeting,
Listen, music, let's say violinist,
Give the best song to the smith.
Like the fire of a soloist - the thorn of a blacksmith,
And we will take our violinist to our meeting,
Listen, music, let's say violinist,
Give the best song to the smith.
Give the best song to the smith.
