Maria Bayko. Spivanochky moji. (Oh, my songs)

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If you are looking for a light and clear singing, which resembles the flight of a skylark, you can find it here. If you are looking for a deep and unhurried singing, which resembles the rhythms of the Moon’s high and low tides, you can find it here. If you are looking for the singing, which resembles silver laughter of small bells somewhere high up in the skies, you can find it here. If you expect from singing to resemble Osanna, it is right. Religious singing – yes. Romances – yes. Folk songs – yes. For more than fifty years – yes, it is here. For more than fifty years all over the world – yes. Everything is right. Her singing is free, warm, tender, floating, and has thousands more of names, as its clarity touches and enchants you. Her singing is chamber, no matter how many listeners are present. In the best sense of the word. As when she is performing her songs, you find yourself tete-a-tete with her singing, no matter how many people there are around you. Only you. As you are listening. And she is singing.

Anton Yozhyk Leyba (Hedgehog)