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1) Плач на стенах города,
В небо белым голубем,
Пусто стало в комнате,
Тесно у околицы.
Не вернулся жив мой свет
Из похода дальнего;
Тонок стон берёзовый
Плача поминального.
П-В: Я бы птицею запела, паря,
Я б стала стебельком ковыля,
Я тоскую по тебе, говорят,
И не зря!
2) Вышла за любимого
Молодая горлица,
А поутру сокол мой
Шёл в поход на половцев.
Стала ждать, надеяться,
Время шло, тянулося,
За грехи молодушке
В дом беда вернулася.
П-В:
3) На подводе воина
Прикатили к горнице,
Видно, не достойна я
Счастья с ясным соколом.
Коли жить с ним не дали,
В смерти с ним преграды нет;
В реку ночью бросилась,
Только волны пели мне.
П-В:
1) crying on the walls of the city,
Into the sky with a white dove,
It became empty in the room
Closely at the outskirts.
My light has not returned alive
From the trip of the far;
The thin groan is birch
Crying memorial.
P-v: I would sang a bird, hovering,
I would become a stalk of Kovil,
I am longing for you, they say
And not in vain!
2) I went out for my beloved
Young Gorlitsa,
And in the morning my falcon
He went on a campaign on the Polovtsev.
She began to wait, hope
Time passed, drawn,
For sins young
The trouble returned to the house.
P-v:
3) on a warrior cart
Rolled to the chamber,
Apparently I am not worthy
Happiness with a clear falcon.
If they did not give him to live with him,
There is no obstacle in death with him;
She rushed into the river at night
Only the waves sang to me.
P-v:
Into the sky with a white dove,
It became empty in the room
Closely at the outskirts.
My light has not returned alive
From the trip of the far;
The thin groan is birch
Crying memorial.
P-v: I would sang a bird, hovering,
I would become a stalk of Kovil,
I am longing for you, they say
And not in vain!
2) I went out for my beloved
Young Gorlitsa,
And in the morning my falcon
He went on a campaign on the Polovtsev.
She began to wait, hope
Time passed, drawn,
For sins young
The trouble returned to the house.
P-v:
3) on a warrior cart
Rolled to the chamber,
Apparently I am not worthy
Happiness with a clear falcon.
If they did not give him to live with him,
There is no obstacle in death with him;
She rushed into the river at night
Only the waves sang to me.
P-v: