More songs by Sogdiana
Description
It smells of green tea, road dust, and sweet smoke that lazily curls under the ceiling. Time does not pass here - it is scattered across pillows, drinking from bowls and listening to music that plays not for the stage, but to allow the soul to relax a little. All around is laughter, tired eyes, and that rare peace when everything is simple: someone pours tea, someone sings along, someone is silent, but together.
And it seems as if the whole East fits into this circle - with the moon, without which the sky is not the sky, and with the teahouse, without which life is not life. Everything else is vanity. And here - warm steam above the bowl, the ringing of strings, and the eternal “pour.”
Lyrics and translation
Original
Наливай чайханщик чаю вместо крепкого вина.
Я вам музыку сыграю, здесь всем нравится она.
На Востоке, на Востоке.
Что за небо без луны?
На Востоке, на Востоке.
Что за жизнь без чайханы?
Пела идет по кругу. Аксакалы смотрят в мир. Рады гостю, рады другу.
Здесь застолье, но не пир.
На Востоке, на Востоке.
Что за небо без луны?
На Востоке, на Востоке.
Что за жизнь без чайханы?
Что за жизнь без чайханы?
Хоть бывает здесь и тесно, чайхана ты чудо-рай.
Чтобы песня стала песней, с нами вместе напевай.
Чай, чай, чай, чай, чай, чай, чай, чай.
На Востоке, на Востоке.
Что за небо без луны?
На Востоке, на Востоке.
Что за жизнь без чайханы?
На Востоке, на Востоке.
Что за небо без луны?
На Востоке, на Востоке.
Что за жизнь без чайханы?
Что за жизнь без чайханы?
English translation
The teahouse owner pours tea instead of strong wine.
I'll play some music for you, everyone here likes it.
In the East, in the East.
What is the sky without the moon?
In the East, in the East.
What is life without a teahouse?
Pela walks in a circle. Elders look at the world. We are glad to have a guest, we are glad to have a friend.
There is a feast here, but not a feast.
In the East, in the East.
What is the sky without the moon?
In the East, in the East.
What is life without a teahouse?
What is life without a teahouse?
Even though it can be crowded here, your teahouse is a wonderful paradise.
For the song to become a song, sing along with us.
Tea, tea, tea, tea, tea, tea, tea, tea.
In the East, in the East.
What is the sky without the moon?
In the East, in the East.
What is life without a teahouse?
In the East, in the East.
What is the sky without the moon?
In the East, in the East.
What is life without a teahouse?
What is life without a teahouse?