“Praznik” /HOLIDAY/
Music: Stefan Diomov
Text: Bogomil Gudev
By the path in the morning
a salesman met me with flowers.
It was weekday that day,
quiet and most ordinary.
And flowers are bought by the world,
since they have to decorate a holiday.
But I don't know why now,
how it happened and what it was.
On this weekday, on this day,
quiet and most ordinary
I involuntarily stopped in front of the flowers
and I reached out with my eyes to them.
Chorus:
There is Joy hidden somewhere near us.
And the hour comes
when without asking us
she flies in.
The salesman smiled and
handed me a flower without money.
It was weekday that day,
quiet and most ordinary.
And bells rang countless,
that it suddenly became a holiday.
Chorus:
There is Joy hidden somewhere near us.
And the hour comes
when without asking us
she flies in.
But I don't know why now,
how it happened and what it was.
On this weekday, on this day,
quiet and most ordinary
and bells rang countless,
that it suddenly became a holiday,
and bells rang countless,
that it suddenly became a holiday.
What brings us Joy?
When everything in us is in harmony, Joy affects us and turns ordinary days into holidays.
Children and adults celebrate, the whole world celebrates. But a holiday with flowers is more beautiful, that's why we decorate with flowers on a holiday. On this day, everyone is smiling, bells are ringing and Joy just flows without asking…
The students of 22 SEU "G.S. Rakovski" - 2 "B" class and their teacher - Mrs. Aneta Lukanova are happy to present the song "Holiday" - music: Stefan Diomov, lyrics: Bogomil Gudev for their participation in eTwinning project - Schoolovision 2024.
Music: Stefan Diomov
Text: Bogomil Gudev
By the path in the morning
a salesman met me with flowers.
It was weekday that day,
quiet and most ordinary.
And flowers are bought by the world,
since they have to decorate a holiday.
But I don't know why now,
how it happened and what it was.
On this weekday, on this day,
quiet and most ordinary
I involuntarily stopped in front of the flowers
and I reached out with my eyes to them.
Chorus:
There is Joy hidden somewhere near us.
And the hour comes
when without asking us
she flies in.
The salesman smiled and
handed me a flower without money.
It was weekday that day,
quiet and most ordinary.
And bells rang countless,
that it suddenly became a holiday.
Chorus:
There is Joy hidden somewhere near us.
And the hour comes
when without asking us
she flies in.
But I don't know why now,
how it happened and what it was.
On this weekday, on this day,
quiet and most ordinary
and bells rang countless,
that it suddenly became a holiday,
and bells rang countless,
that it suddenly became a holiday.
What brings us Joy?
When everything in us is in harmony, Joy affects us and turns ordinary days into holidays.
Children and adults celebrate, the whole world celebrates. But a holiday with flowers is more beautiful, that's why we decorate with flowers on a holiday. On this day, everyone is smiling, bells are ringing and Joy just flows without asking…
The students of 22 SEU "G.S. Rakovski" - 2 "B" class and their teacher - Mrs. Aneta Lukanova are happy to present the song "Holiday" - music: Stefan Diomov, lyrics: Bogomil Gudev for their participation in eTwinning project - Schoolovision 2024.
- Category
- Music Holiday Music Category H
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