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ANNY_3003 (18-08-2014)
Don Cossack regiment is marching through a steppe
A Cossack lowered his head in despair
Oh, he was missing his home
The rein was dropped onto the horse's mane
Oh, he was missing his home
The rein was dropped onto the horse's mane
Oh, his fleece hat was messy
Home sickness is killing him
Ah! He looks blank into the steppe
Even though there is nothing to see
Ah! He looks blank into the steppe
Even though there is nothing to see
The Cossack shook his head
And say sadly to his comrades
"Oh! My heart bleeds"
"How I wish to be at home now"
"Oh! My heart bleeds"
"How I wish to be at home now"
Flying past the road
Rid of the feeling of depression
Ah! Riding the horse at full speed
Whistling with his sword high in the charge!
Ah! Riding the horse at full speed
Whistling with his sword high in the charge!
The glorious army is in the steppe hand
All walking and singing like the nightingale
Kovyl'na, my homeland
Take a bow from the red Cossack!
Kovyl'na, my homeland
Take a bow from the red Cossack!
Kovyl'na, my homeland
Take a bow from the red Cossack!
Очи Черные - Dark Eyes
(wiki)
Dark and burning eyes, Dark as midnight skies
Full of passion flame, full of lovely game
Oh how I'm in love with you, oh how afraid I am of you.
Days when I met you made me sad and blue.
Oh, not for nothing are you darker than the deep!
I see mourning for my soul in you,
I see a triumphant flame in you:
A poor heart immolated in it.
But I am not sad, I am not sorrowful,
My fate is soothing to me:
All that is best in life that God gave us,
In sacrifice I returned to the fiery eyes!
Ireland
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Celtic Thunder Mythology - 'The Rocky Road To Dublin'
Chorus
Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road
all the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah!
Twas in the merry month of May, from me home I started,
Left the girls in Tuam, nearly broken hearted,
Saluted father dear, kissed me darling mother,
Drank a pint of beer, me grief and tears to smother,
Then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born
Cut a stout black thorn to banish ghosts and goblin;
Bought a pair of brogues, rattling o'er the bogs
And fright'ning all the dogs on the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three four, five
Chorus
Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road
all the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah!
In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary,
Started by daylight next morning blithe and early,
Took a drop of pure to keep me heart from sinking;
Thats a Paddy's cure whenever he's on drinking.
See the lassies smile, laughing all the while
At me curious style, 'twould set your heart a bubblin'
Asked me was I hired, wages I required,
I was almost tired of the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three four, five
Chorus
Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road
all the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah!
In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity
To be soon deprived a view of that fine city.
So then I took a stroll, all among the quality;
Me bundle it was stole, all in a neat locality.
Something crossed me mind, when I looked behind,
No bundle could I find upon me stick a wobblin'
Enquiring for the rogue, they said me Connaught brogue
Wasn't much in vogue on the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three four, five
Chorus
Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road
all the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah!
From there I got away, me spirits never falling,
Landed on the quay, just as the ship was sailing.
The Captain at me roared, said that no room had he;
When I jumped aboard, a cabin found for Paddy.
Down among the pigs, played some hearty rigs,
Danced some hearty jigs, the water round me bubbling;
When off Holyhead I wished meself was dead,
Or better for instead on the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three four, five
Chorus
Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road
all the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah!
The boys of Liverpool, when we safely landed,
Called meself a fool, I could no longer stand it.
Blood began to boil, temper I was losing;
Poor old Erin's Isle they began abusing.
"Hurrah me soul" says I, me Shillelagh I let fly.
Some Galway boys were by, saw I was a hobble in,
With a load "Hurray !" joined in the affray.
We quickly cleared the way for the rocky road to Dublin.
One, two, three four, five
Chorus (x 2)
Hunt the Hare and turn her down the rocky road
all the way to Dublin, Whack follol de rah!
ANNY_3003 (18-08-2014), Hira.Laputa (10-09-2014)
A Place In The Choir
All God's creatures got a place in the choir,
Some sing low and some sing higher,
Some sing out loud on the telephone wire,
Some just clap their hands or paws or anything they got.
All God's creatures got a place in the choir,
Some sing low and some sing higher,
Some sing out loud on the telephone wire,
Some just clap their hands or paws or anything they got.
Listen to the top with the little birds singing,
And the melodies and the high notes ringing,
And the hoot-owl cries over everything,
And the blackbird disagrees.
Singing in the night time singing in the day,
And the little duck quacks and he's on his way,
And the otter hasn't got much to say,
And the porcupine talks to himself.
All God's creatures got a place in the choir,
Some sing low and some sing higher,
Some sing out loud on the telephone wire,
Some just clap their hands or paws or anything they got.
The dogs and the cats, they take up the middle,
Where the honeybee hums and the cricket fiddles,
The donkey brays and the pony neighs,
And the old gray badger sighs.
Well listen to the bass its the one on the bottom,
Where the bullfrog croaks and the hippopotamus,
moans and groans with a big to do,
And the old cow just goes moo.
All God's creatures got a place in the choir,
Some sing low and some sing higher,
Some sing out loud on the telephone wire,
Some just clap their hands or paws or anything they got.
Its a simple song living song everywhere,
By the ox and the fox and the grizzly bear,
The grumpy alligator and the hawk above,
The sly old weasel and the turtledove.
All God's creatures got a place in the choir,
Some sing low and some sing higher,
Some sing out loud on the telephone wire,
Some just clap their hands or paws or anything they got.
All God's creatures got a place in the choir,
Some sing low and some sing higher,
Some sing out loud on the telephone wire,
Some just clap their hands or paws or anything they got.
All God's creatures got a place in the choir,
Some sing low and some sing higher,
Some sing out loud on the telephone wire,
Some just clap their hands or paws or anything they got.
All God's creatures got a place in the choir
Hira.Laputa (10-09-2014)
Once Upon a December (Russian version)
Translation:
Like the window's pattern
The past is close once again.
Someone sang a song to me
On one winter night sometime.
Like it was coming alive in the past
The warmth of someone's gentle arms.
The waltz of the exquisite guests
And brave horses running.
The waltz spun and carried me
As if beckoning its tale.
The first ball and the first waltz
Resound in me at this moment.
Mirrors of amber
Reflect my delight.
Someone sang at daybreak
Leaving her cherished home.
You will be, in December
Here with me again, darling.
ANNY_3003 (28-03-2015)
dễ thương quá, Kalinka
Калинка
Калинка, калинка, калинка моя!
В саду ягода малинка, малинка моя!
Ах, под сосною, под зеленою,
Спать положите вы меня!
Ай-люли, люли, ай-люли, люли,
Спать положите вы меня.
==============
Kalinka
Little red berry, red berry, red berry of mine!
In the garden (there is) a berry - little raspberry, raspberry of mine!
Ah, under the pine, the green one,
Lay me down to sleep,
Oh-swing, sway, Oh-swing, sway,
Lay me down to sleep.
ANNY_3003 (16-04-2015)
9/5 anh ko đi Nga được, anh cú. Anh trở lại với mấy em Pháp xinh tươi.
Bric à brac
J'ai décidé
Mes désirs, mes idées,
De les garder
Comme barricadés
Car les aider
À s'évader, à minauder,
M'avait désaccordée
Intimidée,
Par des brassées d'orchidées,
Oui j'ai cédé j'ai trop bavardé
{Refrain:}
Mon bric à brac
Mes petits secrets en vrac
Tombés de mon sac
Mes "pourquoi?", mes "comment?"
Mes "quoique".
Mon coeur tit tac
Mes crises de rire de larmes de trac
Pour qui je craque
Qui je gracie et qui j'attaque.
Mes rendez-vous,
Mes rêves profonds
Comme des forêts d'acajou
Ke vous les avoue
Les peaux de loups
Pour faire au fond d'un igloo
Un lit très doux
Sont à vous
A quoi je joue,
Vous savez tout,
Je sens monter tout à coup
Le rouge à mes joues
{au Refrain}
Qui je gracie et qui j'attaque
Intimidée,
Par des brassées d'orchidées,
Oui j'ai cédé j'ai trop bavardé
========================
Jumble
I decided
My wants, my ideas,
To keep them
As if barricaded
Because helping them
To escape, to simper
Unbalanced me
Intimidated
By armfuls of orchids
Yes I gave in I talked too much
{Chorus:}
My jumble
My little secrets in bulk
Fallen from my bag
My "whats?", my "whys?"
My "howevers?"
My heart is ticking
My fits of laughter of tears of nerves
For which I fall
Which I pardon and which I attack.
My meetings
My deep dreams
Like mahogany forests
I confess to you
The wolfskins
To make at the back of the igloo
A very soft bed
Are yours
What am I playing at,
You know everything
Suddenly I feel the blush
Rising to my cheeks
{Chorus}
Which I pardon and which I attack.
Intimidated
By armfuls of orchids
Yes I gave in I talked too much.
ANNY_3003 (22-04-2015)
Синий Платочек
Синенький, скромный платочек
Падал с опущенных плеч
Ты говорила, Что не забудешь
Ласковых, радостных встреч
Порой ночной
Мы распрощались с тобой
Нет больше ночек, где ты, платочек?
Милый, желанный, родной?
Помню, как в памятный вечер
Падал платочек твой с плеч,
Как провожала и обещала
Синий платочек сберечь
И пусть со мной
Нет сегодня любимой, родной,
Знаю, с любовью как изголовью
Прячешь платок голубой.
Письма твои получая,
Слышу я голос живой.
И между строчек синий платочек
Снова встает предо мной.
И часто в бой
Провожает меня облик твой,
Чувствую, рядом с любящим взглядом
Ты постоянно со мной
Сколько заветных платочков
Носим мы в сердце с собой!
Радости встречи, девичьи плечи
Помним в страде боевой.
За них, родных,
За них, родных,
За синий платочек,
Что был на плечах дорогих!
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