중창. 합창곡
Don Kosaken Chor Russland - Moscow Festival Ensemble
Rozprjagajet, chlopzi, koni (Lads, unharness the horses) Lads, unharness the horses, lie down and take some rest, but I am going into the green garden to dig a hole for a well. And oh! the well that I dug was in the middle of a cherry orchard. I hoped that a girl would come to draw water early in the morning. She came, the girl came out in the early morning to draw water, behind her came a Cossack leading his horse to give it a drink. I know, I know already, little maid, why it was that I annoyed you yesterday evening, after all, I spoke to the other girl. Lads, unharness the horses; you have rested long enough; let us drive into the wide steppes to fight for glory and freedom. A Russian Souvenir (Kalinka) I. Our heroes march over the battle ground, the heroes of our army. The girls weep, yes, they feel sad; their lovers have gone away for a long time, gone with the army. II. A soldier's lament looking back to the happy evenings in Moscow. III. My snow ball shrub (Kalinka), My snow ball shrub, Under the green pine-tree They lay me to rest Aj juli, aj juli, juli They lay me to rest. cafe.daum.net/arthill
Lads, unharness the horses, lie down and take some rest, but I am going into the green garden to dig a hole for a well. And oh! the well that I dug was in the middle of a cherry orchard. I hoped that a girl would come to draw water early in the morning. She came, the girl came out in the early morning to draw water, behind her came a Cossack leading his horse to give it a drink. I know, I know already, little maid, why it was that I annoyed you yesterday evening, after all, I spoke to the other girl. Lads, unharness the horses; you have rested long enough; let us drive into the wide steppes to fight for glory and freedom. A Russian Souvenir (Kalinka) I. Our heroes march over the battle ground, the heroes of our army. The girls weep, yes, they feel sad; their lovers have gone away for a long time, gone with the army. II. A soldier's lament looking back to the happy evenings in Moscow. III. My snow ball shrub (Kalinka), My snow ball shrub, Under the green pine-tree They lay me to rest Aj juli, aj juli, juli They lay me to rest. cafe.daum.net/arthill
I. Our heroes march over the battle ground, the heroes of our army. The girls weep, yes, they feel sad; their lovers have gone away for a long time, gone with the army. II. A soldier's lament looking back to the happy evenings in Moscow. III. My snow ball shrub (Kalinka), My snow ball shrub, Under the green pine-tree They lay me to rest Aj juli, aj juli, juli They lay me to rest. cafe.daum.net/arthill
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