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

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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...
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