Awesome music. I can't understand any Word yet, but it is time to learn ukrainian, If we want to build New future between our nations after this war. ;) Poland stands with Ukraine. SŁAWA UKRAINIE! 🇺🇦🇵🇱🗽
Thank you very much for support! I hope, no I know that we will win! We have to win, because it’s fighting for freedom… Unfortunately the first time my visit in Poland had happened because of war.
@Louis . Maybe if you are interested: The night came again as cold as ice Together, the salt left a scar The chimneys behind him are burning so mercilessly That I bought cigarettes and gave the smoke to the winds Your windows were burning, burning Wooden bridges reminded me again Are we really going to sleep with you again? But he realized that he was the best friend of loneliness (Cold hands draw) (Cold hands draw) (Colorless, however, landscapes) Cold hands draw Colorless, however, landscapes And forever the stars excite And we are not real characters Cold hands draw Colorless, however, landscapes And forever the stars excite And we are not real characters.
Твої пісні вже як окремий жанр "української душі": сумної, важкої, але чарівної і такої рідної. Дякую тобі за музику у ці складні часи. Все буде Україна! 💛💙
Знову ніч наступила холодна, мов лід, Разом сіль залишила шрам. Димарі за спиною так безжально палять, Що купив я цигарки, відкрив і дим подарував вітрам. Твої вікна горіли-палали вогнем - Нагадали мені знову дерев'яні мости. Чи то справді з тобою ми вкотре заснем, Та збагнув, що є найліпшим другом самоти. Холодні руки малюють... Холодні руки малюють... Безбарвні, правда, пейзажі... Приспів х2: Холодні руки малюють Безбарвні, правда, пейзажі, І вічно зорі хвилюють, Та несправжні ми є персонажі. Знову ніч наступила холодна, мов лід, Разом сіль залишила шрам. Димарі за спиною так безжально палять, Що купив я цигарки, відкрив і дим подарував вітрам. Твої вікна горіли-палали вогнем - Нагадали мені знову дерев'яні мости. Чи то справді з тобою ми вкотре заснем, Та збагнув, що є найліпшим другом самоти. Приспів х2
Важко знайти дійсно хороше. Радіо помийка, телебачення помийка. Тільки потапи і джамали і всяка інша пурга, якій вже давно пора на пенсію. Якщо маєте щось гарне, прошу поділитись) З моїх улюблених - це Клавдія Петрівна, Lely 45
Frumoasă melodie! Îți dă speranța și credința ca Ucraina va învinge! Victorie, Ucraina! O mămică din România te susține din tot sufletul, crede ca vei învinge și se roagă pentru victoria ta! 🇷🇴🇺🇦♥️👏🙏
Took the liberty of running the lyrics through a translator. I realize they are not representative of the actual prose in the lyrics, but it gives an idea for us non-ukrainian-speakers. I haven't altered anything after translating, because what do i know. --- Again the night came cold as ice, Together, the salt left a scar. The chimneys behind him burn so mercilessly, What I bought cigarettes, I opened and gave the smoke to the winds. Your windows were on fire - Wooden bridges reminded me again. Will we really sleep with you again, But he realized that he was the best friend of loneliness. Cold hands draw ... Cold hands draw ... Colorless, however, landscapes ... Chorus x2: Cold hands draw Colorless, however, landscapes, And forever the stars excite, And we are not real characters. Again the night came cold as ice, Together, the salt left a scar. The chimneys behind him burn so mercilessly, What I bought cigarettes, I opened and gave the smoke to the winds. Your windows were on fire - Wooden bridges reminded me again. Will we really sleep with you again, But he realized that he was the best friend of loneliness. ---
SadVit stał sie przypadkowo Baardem tej wojny, mam nadzieje że Ukraińska dusza przetrwa Trzymajcie sie bracia Trzymajcie sie mocno Niedźwiedź nie wytrzyma za długo
Night comes again, cold like ice Salt left the scar The chimneys behind me are burning so ruthlessly So i got the cigarettes, and left the smoke for the wind Your windows were shining with light, burning in flames They reminded me of wooden bridges again Are we gonna fall asleep together again? But i understood, who is loneliness best friend (Cold hands are drawing) (Cold hands are drawing) (Colourless scenery) Cold hands are drawing Colourless scenery The stars are disturbing me We are fake characters Cold hands are drawing Colourless scenery The stars are disturbing me We are fake characters Night comes again, cold like ice Salt left the scar The chimneys behind me are burning so ruthlessly So i got cigarettes, and left the smoke for the wind (Your windows were shining with light, burning in flames) (They reminded me of wooden bridges again) (Are we gonna fall asleep together again?) (But i understood, who is loneliness best friend) Cold hands are drawing Colourless scenery The stars are disturbing me We are fake characters Cold hands are drawing Colourless scenery The stars are disturbing me We are fake characters
Хз, як на мене це одна з пісень цієї війни, і пісня покоління пацанів яким +- 20. Пісня просто до мурашок і до глибини серця, в якому завжди будуть лунати українські пісні.
SadSvit - Персонажі (Characters) translate into English A cold night came like ice again At one time salt left a scar The chimneys smoke behind the back so cruel And I decided to buy cigarettes, opened and gave the smoke to the winds Your windows were burning, it was on fire They reminded me about wooden bridges Will it be true that we together fall asleep again? And I realised I’m a the best friend of solitude The cold hands are painting… The cold hands are painting… The landscapes which are colourless actually… The cold hands are painting The landscapes which are colourless actually And the stars are forever worrying And we aren’t the real characters The cold hands are painting The landscapes which are colourless actually And the stars are forever worrying And we aren’t the real characters A cold night came like ice again At one time salt left a scar The chimneys smoke behind the back so cruel And I decided to buy cigarettes, opened and gave the smoke to the winds Your windows were burning, it was on fire They reminded me about wooden bridges Will it be true that we together fall asleep again? And I realised I’m a the best friend of solitude The cold hands are painting The landscapes which are colourless actually And the stars are forever worrying And we aren’t the real characters The cold hands are painting The landscapes which are colourless actually And the stars are forever worrying And we aren’t the real characters
Мне ещё никогда так сильно не нравились какие-то украинские песни, да и вообще какие-то песни в принципе. Мне в душу просто запала эта песня (хотя остальные тоже просто божественные). У парня который это все поет просто невероятный голос, вроде бы и простой и ничем не выделяется, но как же балдеют уши от этого голоса, просто прекрасный. А ещё текст, так ещё и на украинском - очень красиво, словами не передать. Вы лучшие
