Still my favourite cover. As a classical musical fan, as well as fan of things like Audiomachine and TSFH, this makes me happy.
Just listen to the melodiousness of Ukrainian language.
"Hey, Hey, Falcons" symphonic orchestra cover.
Somewhere in a land washed by black waters, a young cossack mounted his horse. A young girl is crying - the cossack is leaving Ukraine.
Hey, hey, falcons, fly past mountains, forests, valleys. Ding, ding, ding, bluebell. Ding, my steppe bell, ding.
The girl is crying, crying, my beloved swallow. I am in a stranger land, and my heart knows no rest.
Hey, hey, falcons, fly past mountains, forests, valleys. Ding, ding, ding, bluebell. Sing, steppe skylark.
Hey, hey, falcons, fly past mountains, forests, valleys. Ding, ding, ding, bluebell. Ding, my steppe bell, ding.
Missing, missing my beloved homeland. Woe is me, woe is me, my heart is crying. I will never see it again.
Hey, hey, falcons, fly past mountains, forests, valleys. Ding, ding, ding, bluebell. Ding, my steppe bell, ding.
Pour glasses full of mead and wine. When I die, bury me in my dear Ukraine, near my beloved.
Hey, hey, falcons, fly past mountains, forests, valleys. Ding, ding, ding, bluebell. Sing, steppe skylark.
Hey, hey, falcons, fly past mountains, forests, valleys. Ding, ding, ding, bluebell. Ding, my steppe bell, ding.
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Desires, hidden and suppressed during the day, awaken at night. In night dreams, they acquire reality, and a person finally learns what, apart from this, would remain unknown and unimaginable for him forever. If people didn't dream, maybe they would never know what exists. Only in dreams is the true meaning of our desires revealed.
«Dr. Serafikus» V. Domontovych
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