Тексты песен «Russian Folk»

My mother wanted me to marry number one Who was unfaithful... Do not let me marry him, mother! My mother wanted me to marry number two Who was sick all the time... Do not let me marry him, mother! My mother wanted me...

Those evening bells! Those evening bells! How many a tale their music tells Of youth, and home and that sweet time, When last I heard their soothing chime. Those joyous hours are past away, And many a heart that then...

I met you and the past Came back to life in my dead heart. Remembering a golden time, My heart became so warm. Just as in late autumn There are days, the transient hour, When suddenly spring wafts again And something...

Juniper, juniper, juniper, my juniper, In the garden there's the berry, my raspberry. Under the pine, under the green pine, Lay me down to sleep Oh you dear pine, oh you green pine, Don't you rustle so loud over me...

Apples and pears were blossomin Mist on the river floating On the bank katyusha stepped out On the high steep bank. Stepped out, started a song About one grey steppe eagle About her loved one Whose letters she...

Not even a whisper is to be heard in the garden, Everything has calmed down until dawn. If you only knew how dear they are to me, The evenings near Moscow! The river is moving and (sometimes) not, All made of the moons...

On the wild steppes beyond the Baikal, Where people are searching for gold, A poor man bearing a bag on his back Waders, bemoaning his fate. For telling the truth, he found himself in prison. One dark night he escaped...

Kak pavadilas' Paranya chasto po vadu khaditi, Okh-y, nu-ka, nu-ka, nu-ka, chasto po vadu khadit'. Chasto po vadu khaditi, k Alekseyu zakhaditi, Okh-y, nu-ka, nu-ka, nu-ka, k Alekseyu zakhaditi. Alekse-a-yushka byly...

Steppe, endless steppe, The way lies far before us, And in that dense steppe A coachman lay dying. He summoned up all his strength, As he felt death approaching, And he gave an order To his comrade: "My dear...

The gray sea's so wide and so heavy High waves are around us my friend And on the instructions of navy We go far away of the land Oh, comrade I cannot keep watch anymore One stoker has said to his fellow You see...

Once upon a time there was a tavern Where we used to raise a glass or two Remember how we laughed away the hours, And dreamed of all the great things we would do Those were the days my friend We thought theyd never end...

Two guitars in next apartment Playing tune in minor key... Let me go to supermarket Get myself another ski... Sing it once, sing it twice! Sing it many-many times! Many time is not too many, So, let's do it one more...

День Победы, как он был от нас далек, Как в костре потухшем таял уголек. Были версты, обгорелые, в пыли, - Этот день мы приближали как могли. Припев: Этот День Победы Порохом пропах, Это праздник С сединою на висках...