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Sub salcia verde

Sub salcia verde
Stătea întins cazacul rănit
eee oi da sub verde
Stătea întins cazacul rănit
 
Pasărea-corb a venit
A început să croncăne pe tufiș
Ai un corb negru se ondula peste el
Adulmecând puțin.
 
Nu croncăni corbule negru
Desupra capului meu
eee oi da corbul negru.
Sunt un cazac încă în viață!
 
Mai bine zbori, corb negru,
La casa tatei și a mamei
Și dă-mi eșarfa însângerată
Pentru tânăra mea femeie.
 
Spune-i corbule negru
Că m-am căsătorit cu altcineva,
Că m-am găsit mireasă
Într-un câmp frumos de lângă râu!
 
Nunta a fost liniștită, calmă,
Sub salcia verde
eee oi da liniștită, calmă...aaa
Sub salcia verde.
 
O sabie ascuțită a fost potrivitoarea
O baionetă era cel mai bun om.
eee oi da o sabie ascuțită
O baionetă era cel mai bun om.
 
Căsătorit de un glonț rapid,
Mama natură ne-a căsătorit.
eee oi da un glonț rapid
Mama natură ne-a căsătorit.
 

Stitch-way trails are overgrown

Stitch-way trails are overgrown
There, where my honey guy's feet were walking
These trails are overgrown by the moss and grass
There, where we were walking, my honey guy with you.
 
We were hugging, saying 'goodbye' with the tears
We promised to remember each other
I haven't a calm since that time
It seems he dates another girl
 
If he'll forget if he'll out of love
If he, dear, will fall in love with another girl
I'll swear to revenge him
I'll sink in deep river
 
The birds-singers, tell me the truth
Bring me the news about my honey guy
Where did he hide down? Where does he do?
My unhappy heart cries and suffers.
 
Stitch-way trails are overgrown
There, where my honey guy's feet were walking
These trails are overgrown by the moss and grass
There, where we were walking, my honey guy with you.
 

Oh, it’s not evening yet

Versions: #1
Oh, it’s not yet evening, not evening yet.
I haven’t slept that much at all.
I haven’t slept that much at all,
Oh, but I had this strange dream.
 
I had this strange dream last night,
That my black stallion
Danced and pranced,
Oh, and frolicked under me.
Danced and pranced,
Oh, and frolicked under me.
 
Oh, then came terrible winds flowing
From the eastern lands,
And ripped off a black hat
From my unruly head.
And ripped off a black hat
From my unruly head.
 
But our commander was quick-witted,
He was able to read my dream.
Oh, “Will perish”, he told me,
“Your unruly head will perish”.
Oh, “Will perish”, he told me,
“Your unruly head will perish”.
 
Oh, it’s not yet evening, not evening yet.
I haven’t slept that much at all.
I haven’t slept that much at all,
Oh, but I had this strange dream.
 

Nu pentru tine

Nu pentru tine pomii înfrunzesc
Nu pentru tine păsări zboara-n stoluri
Și nici nu se va zbate-n mii de doruri
Inima fetei, căci nu e pentru tine.
 
Nu pentru tine înfloresc livezi
Nu pentru tine-n câmpuri maci răzbesc
Privighetori ce soarele vestesc,
Cu cântul lor duios, nu-s pentru tine.
 
Nu pentru tine, izvoare ‘or susura
Vărsând şiroaie de diamante albe.
Pe malul lor, in rochie si salbe
Domniţa v-aştepta, dar nu pe tine.
 
Nu pentru tine Paştile sosesc
Cu rudele la masă adunate
Ciocnind, uitând necazurile toate
Aşa o viaţă nu e pentru tine.
 
Dar pentru tine e: un plumb fierbinte-n piept!
El trupul dalb, zburând, ţi-l va străpunge.
Pe-obraz lacrimi amare se vor scurge
Această viața, frate, este pentru tine.
 

Cherrytree (Вишня)

Ahoy! My cherrytree, my garden one.
Ahoy diri-di hoi lulya .... my garden one.
It was not me who planted you, you have sown yourself.
I took a distaff, and headed to a gathering.
I headed to a gathering, and spent the whole night there.
The first rooster sang, but I was not even thinking about going home.
 
The morning was early, still I was not ready then.
I banged at the gates, and suddenly watched the old devil stading in the hall.
'Hey, you, wife-rascal! Where have you been the whole night?'
 

Tis Lovely Brothers Lovely!

Versions: #2
As though black channels, as though black channels
The cossacks rode - forty thousand horses,
And the shore was covered, and the shore was covered
With hundreds of cleaved and gunshot men.
 
Tis lovely brothers lovely, lovely brothers to live,
For our commander, it's not fitting to grieve.
Tis lovely brothers lovely, lovely brothers to live,
For our commander, it's not fitting to grieve.
 
And the first bullet, and the first bullet,
And the first bullet, brothers, it wounded the horse.
But the second bullet, and the second bullet,
But the second bullet in the heart, it wounded me.
 
Tis lovely brothers lovely, lovely brothers to live,
For our commander, it's not fitting to grieve.
Tis lovely brothers lovely, lovely brothers to live,
For our commander, it's not fitting to grieve.
 
And the wife will weep, will marry another,
As for my comrade, he will forget about me,
Just a wretched fence and a broad plain,
A miserable old mother and a dun horse.
 
Tis lovely brothers lovely, lovely brothers to live,
For our commander, it's not fitting to grieve.
Tis lovely brothers lovely, lovely brothers to live,
For our commander, it's not fitting to grieve.
 
My curls are blonde, my eyes are light
The grasses, weeds and wormwood are overgrown.
My bones are white, my heart, brave
Vultures and ravens on the steppe will carry away.
 
Tis lovely brothers lovely, lovely brothers to live,
For our commander, it's not fitting to grieve.
Tis lovely brothers lovely, lovely brothers to live,
For our commander, it's not fitting to grieve.
 
Tis lovely brothers lovely, lovely brothers to live,
For our commander, it's not fitting to grieve.
Tis lovely brothers lovely, lovely brothers to live,
For our commander, it's not fitting to grieve.
Lovely!