Ancient melody made me an apprentice
When I gave in to her
And through my efforts, each step succeeded
When she resonated, told, and sang
The clicking of the strings sounds familiar to me
If this thread a chain transmitted to ink
Then each fiddler who played
Is the one who remained
In order to transform and chain
I believe he is still here, somewhere
And I hear the ancient voices singing
This song will never end
For a long time it has been going on grows
In the fields of offspring
In the fields of offspring
Where is the culture, you ask me, I don't know
Where is the future, you ask me, I don't know
Locked in ice, is he under the frost
I can barely hear the beat of his heart
He's there under the snow, I hope so
And where is the history, where are the memories
Where is the language that I knew
Locked in the ice, is it under the frost
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It is there under the snow, I hope so
And I hear the ancient voices singing
This song does not will never end
For a long time it has continued to grow
In the fields of offspring
In the fields of offspring