【MELNITSA RUS COVER】Princess / Korolevna 歌ってみた【蓮】

Please support me! ;w; https://ko-fi.com/renreiss   / renreiss   http://www.donationalerts.ru/r/renreiss VK public page: https://vk.com/soundlessvoice mp3: https://bit.ly/32D4pi6 How about some Russian folk? Hope you don't mind~ Because I wanted to sing this song for about 10 years, so here I am. Still not the best mixer in the world, but anyways! Original music: Melnitsa - Princess / Korolevna / Королевна Instrumental: AntohA Turaev Vocals, MIX, photo, video: 蓮 Here's the English translation for my foreign listeners if needed: I sang about gods, and sang about heroes, about clashing of swords, and bloody battles; While the falcon was with me, his call took the place of my prayers. Already a year has passed, since he flew away - a snowstorm carried him away, The blizzard, which arrived from afar, stole my dear friend. I haven't been myself since that time, the seagulls in the sky cry and cry; Within the mist my sight can only see the gentiana-colored eyes; Oh, if only I could see with a falcon's eyes, and soar into the air on his wings, In that foreign falcon country, not in my dreams, but somewhere nearby: Become my soul, bird, give me wind into my wings, Every night I dream of flying - cold fjords, miles and miles; Silk are your sleeves, oh princess, with mountains embroidered with white heather, I know that I've never been there, and if I had, then just for my sorrow; I want to recall what happened not to You and not to Me, I swirl around like a fallen leaf, and there's no peace for my soul; You pay for the song with a full moon, as others pay with the sound of coins; In a far away country, covered in snow, You are more beautiful than spring and more intoxicating than summer: Wake up, princess, put on Your plumage, We will fly into rain - the ice of Your wrists is thin; Your sleeves are made of silk, princess, and Your feathers are woven with bright gold; I laugh and fly off up into the sky, I don't believe in myself: Come to me a little closer, let me touch Your plumage, Every night I see those mountains, every morning I lose sight; Your sleeves are made of silk, princess, and the sky is woven with a full moon, Lift me away, northern wind, to the land where there is pain and nothingness; How painful to know, that everything happened not to You and not to me, Time hasn't stopped, to have a glance through fretwork; I have dreamed every night about You, my delight, but You put on a sorrow cloak, I, certainly, will sing a farewell song, but leave Your house with the first ray of sunrise. Your dreams wander somewhere, princess; Should ancient grasslands wait for the spring too long? All that's left is to repeat a few words, so insufficient - Wake up, princess, put on Your plumage. Wouldn't I know that everything that happened is not about You and not about me, Your grace wounds my heart, like an arrow from a bow string; You pay for the song with a moon, as others pay with a coin; I would give everything to be with you but maybe you are not in this world... You pay for the song with a moon, like others with coins, I would give everything to be with you but maybe you are not in this world... Princess... _ ✦ YOU CAN ALSO SUPPORT ME OR COMMISSION FOR A COVER/TUNING/TIMING! // РЕКВИЗИТЫ ДЛЯ ЖЕЛАЮЩИХ ПОДДЕРЖАТЬ И ЗАКАЗЫ! ♪   / kaze_ni_naritai   - Twitter ♪ Cover, tuning & timing commissions: https://goo.gl/GkQgL6 ♪ paypal.me/renreiss - PayPal ♪   / renreiss   - Patreon page ♪ http://www.donationalerts.ru/r/renreiss - DonationAlerts ♪ 410011497095813 - Yandex Money ♪ 4276 0600 6252 5178 - VISA Сбербанк