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C’est notre histoire





Je n’ai rien oublié,
Je me souviens de tout
La brise qui soufflait
Dévoilait ton genou
C’était un jour d’été,
Une fête de famille
Ta sœur se mariait
Avec un de mes amis
 

Tu ne savais rien de moi
Et c’était mieux comme ça
Tu me croyais heureux,
Je cachais bien mon jeu
Je jouais l’indifférent
Mais je guettais le vent
Les cheveux qui s’envolent
Dévoilaient ton épaule
 

C’est notre histoire
Personne ne voulait y croire
On t’avait dit 'Méfie-toi
De cet homme-là'
Mais notre histoire
Je crois qu’il va bien falloir
Qu’ils se rendent à l’évidence
Et au silence
 

C’est notre histoire
Personne ne voulait y croire
On t’avait dit 'Méfie-toi
De cet homme-là'
Mais notre histoire
Je crois qu’il va bien falloir
Qu’ils se rendent à l’évidence
Et au silence
 

Tu étais accompagnée,
Je te croyais fiancée
À ce gentil garçon
Avec qui tu dansais
Quand nos yeux se croisaient,
C’est moi qui rougissais
Et je t’aimais déjà,
Tu ne le savais pas
 

Tu as laissé tomber
Ton mouchoir à mes pieds
J’ai pensé que les dieux
Etaient de mon côté
Puis nous avons dansé
Sans rien dire, sans parler
Nous nous étions compris,
Tout était déjà dit
 

C’est notre histoire
Personne ne voulait y croire
On t’avait dit 'Méfie-toi
De cet homme-là'
Mais notre histoire
Je crois qu’il va bien falloir
Qu’ils se rendent à l’évidence
Et au silence
 

C’est notre histoire
Personne ne voulait y croire
On t’avait dit 'Méfie-toi
De cet homme-là'
Mais notre histoire
Je crois qu’il va bien falloir
Qu’ils se rendent à l’évidence
Et au silence
 

C’est notre histoire
C’est notre histoire
 

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22.11.2024

Polka 'Twenty-Third' (dance)





The Polish girl went to harvest rye, |
But she forgot to take the sickle. | 2
She took the sickle but forgot the grain,
And that Polish girl was at home.
 

The Polish girl went to harvest rye, |
But she forgot to take the sickle. | 2
She took the sickle but forgot the grain, |
And that Polish girl was at home. | 2
 

The Polish girl went to harvest rye, |
But she forgot to take the sickle. | 2
She took the sickle but forgot the grain, |
And that Polish girl was at home.' | 2
 


22.11.2024

The Cossack rode off to war (prolonged)





The Cossack rode off to war,
Said: 'Farewell, my dear girl.
Oh farewell, dark-browed maiden, |
I'm off to foreign lands. | 2
 

I'm off to foreign lands',
'Oh go, my sweet one, dark-browed one, |
And return to Ukraine'. | 2
 

'Give me, my dear, a kerchief,
Perhaps I'll perish in battle,
The dark night will cover my eyes, |
And I'll rest easier in the grave. | 2
 

I'll rest easier in the grave',
Oh on that grave a dark crow |
Sits sadly and caws. | 2
 

Sits sadly and caws,
Oh no one hears, oh no one sees, |
Where the Cossack's body lies. | 2
 

Where the Cossack's body lies,
Halya walks, the girl who cries every evening, |
Where the Cossack's body lies. | 2
 


22.11.2024

The Cossack returned from a campaign (joking song)





The cossack was coming from campaign
During frost and bad weather
Almost freezing to death - (2)
He walked into the pub.
 

He took off his uniform and the glasses,
Broke the uniform to shreds,
And he went to dance. | 2
 

After he danced and jumped enough
He said goodbye to a beatiful maiden,
He stepped out onto the porch,
Whistled into the ring –
A black horse comes running.
 

He mounts the horse,
But the horse gambols under him
By the green meadow,
By the green meadow!
 

Oh, across the meadow, meadow, meadow,
The girls sit all around.
He didn't find the girls,
So he went to the widow.
 

He kissed and caressed her,
Pulled her by the shoulders,
They shouted, 'Hurrah!' | 2
 

Oh hurrah, hurrah, hurrah!
A misfortune has occurred,
Not a big one,
But not a small one either.
 

That this Saturday
We finished all the work,
And rushed to the tavern. | 2
 

We drank tea, ate rolls,
Cheated the tavern keeper,
Smoked tobacco. | 2
 

After smoking tobacco,
We lay on our sides –
And that's the whole story,
It ended.
 

‒ Roll around!
 


22.11.2024

Someone loved me





Someone loved me
I remember it
Because my pale, gray lips
Were happy again
Flushed with blood
And with deep emotions
Too bold to share with friends
 

Someone loved me
And in my eyes
There was a bright light that
I have never found again
I remember it
That bright light that
I have never found again
 

Someone loved me
Something was reborn
 

And for a time
That was never written down
In any calendar
But it doesn't matter
Those were powerful days beyond
Anything I could imagine
I didn’t need a diary