Надежда Бабкина - Самовары-прянички
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Открываю двери настежь,
Что-то грустно стало мне,
Может, кончилось ненастье
В нашей русской стороне.
Не пойму я, что творится
В тёмной бабьей, ох, душе,
Может, заново влюбиться
И забыться в кураже.
А самовары-пряники, ох, медовые,
Где ж вы, мои праздники, дни бедовые.
А самовары-прянички, дни фартовые,
Где ж вы, мои празднички, ох, медовые.
А бывало как любила,
Страсти было не сдержать,
Как посуду об пол била,
Что разбила, не собрать.
Значит, милый стал постылый,
Шут с ним, коль не мил уже,
Только б люди нас простили,
Все ж был праздничек в душе.
А самовары-пряники, ох, медовые,
Где ж вы, мои праздники, дни бедовые.
А самовары-прянички, дни фартовые,
Где ж вы, мои празднички, ох, медовые.
Открываю душу настежь,
Вот душа, вот Бог, вот Храм,
Может, всё ж привалит счастье,
Православные, всем вам.
Будет свет в душе струится,
Что не в силах передать,
Будет русскою царицей
Солнце в небушке сиять.
А самовары-пряники, ох, медовые,
Где ж вы, мои праздники, дни бедовые.
А самовары-прянички, дни фартовые,
Где ж вы, мои празднички, ох, медовые.
А самовары-пряники, ох, медовые,
Где ж вы, мои праздники, дни бедовые.
А самовары-прянички, дни фартовые,
Где ж вы, мои празднички, ох, медовые.
А самовары-прянички, дни фартовые,
Где ж вы, мои празднички, ох, медовые.
I open the doors wide
Something was sad for me
Maybe the bad weather has ended
In our Russian side.
I do not understand what is going on
In a dark woman, oh, shower,
May fall in love with
And forget in the courage.
And samovars are ramps, oh, honey,
Where are you, my holidays, poor days.
And samovars are straight-ups, pharmacy days,
Where are you, my holidays, oh, honey.
And it happened as I loved
There was no passion to restrain
How I beat the dishes about the floor,
What she broke, do not collect.
So, the sweetheart became a shameful
Jester with him, if there is no cute already,
Only people have forgiven us,
All the festive was in the shower.
And samovars are ramps, oh, honey,
Where are you, my holidays, poor days.
And samovars are straight-ups, pharmacy days,
Where are you, my holidays, oh, honey.
I open my soul wide
Here is the soul, here is God, here is the temple,
Maybe everyone will drive happiness,
Orthodox, all of you.
There will be light in the shower flowing,
That it is not able to convey
Will be a Russian queen
The sun is in the sky to shine.
And samovars are ramps, oh, honey,
Where are you, my holidays, poor days.
And samovars are straight-ups, pharmacy days,
Where are you, my holidays, oh, honey.
And samovars are ramps, oh, honey,
Where are you, my holidays, poor days.
And samovars are straight-ups, pharmacy days,
Where are you, my holidays, oh, honey.
And samovars are straight-ups, pharmacy days,
Where are you, my holidays, oh, honey.
Something was sad for me
Maybe the bad weather has ended
In our Russian side.
I do not understand what is going on
In a dark woman, oh, shower,
May fall in love with
And forget in the courage.
And samovars are ramps, oh, honey,
Where are you, my holidays, poor days.
And samovars are straight-ups, pharmacy days,
Where are you, my holidays, oh, honey.
And it happened as I loved
There was no passion to restrain
How I beat the dishes about the floor,
What she broke, do not collect.
So, the sweetheart became a shameful
Jester with him, if there is no cute already,
Only people have forgiven us,
All the festive was in the shower.
And samovars are ramps, oh, honey,
Where are you, my holidays, poor days.
And samovars are straight-ups, pharmacy days,
Where are you, my holidays, oh, honey.
I open my soul wide
Here is the soul, here is God, here is the temple,
Maybe everyone will drive happiness,
Orthodox, all of you.
There will be light in the shower flowing,
That it is not able to convey
Will be a Russian queen
The sun is in the sky to shine.
And samovars are ramps, oh, honey,
Where are you, my holidays, poor days.
And samovars are straight-ups, pharmacy days,
Where are you, my holidays, oh, honey.
And samovars are ramps, oh, honey,
Where are you, my holidays, poor days.
And samovars are straight-ups, pharmacy days,
Where are you, my holidays, oh, honey.
And samovars are straight-ups, pharmacy days,
Where are you, my holidays, oh, honey.
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