The Music Box

English translation of the song ‘Sharmanka’ -  Lyrics by Victor Pelenyagre

The Music Box returns in whispers of sorrow;
Through long, sleepless nights it weeps - tomorrow’s morrow.
Wiping away laughter - its heart a violin’s moan,
In Paris, it weeps - a stranger, yet known.

Though dreams transcend the pale and flowers bloom too late,
The box’s plaintive tune endures - in Paris, fate’s embrace.
With every note it sings - a melody of grace;
In Paris, its tune ascends to heaven’s gate.
In Paris, its tune ascends - a stranger’s grace.

Still, the music box grieves for echoes fading in time.
Still, the music box grows fragile with its silent longing.
The music box shivers, sweeping away forgotten smiles.
The music box weeps with the fragile soul of a newborn violin.

Though dreams transcend the pale and flowers bloom too late,
The organ’s plaintive tune endures - in Paris, fate’s embrace.
With every note it sings - a melody of grace;
In Paris, its tune ascends to heaven’s gate.
In Paris, its tune ascends - a stranger’s grace.

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Here's a link to the song:

https://disk.yandex.ru/d/mvas_K_iftFJcg

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This song in Russian is via the link:

http://stihi.ru/2025/11/22/321