A keresés eredménye

The Land of Birch Forests

Spring waters will run into the seas,
The earth will bloom, delighting my heart,
Oh, you, Russia, are my tender song,
My boundless land.
Oh, you, Russia, are my tender song,
My boundless land.
 
I'll go to the heather fields,
I'll put my hand into the blue of lakes.
Oh, you, Russia, are my new song,
So sincere, a true one.
Oh, you, Russia, are my new song,
So sincere, a true one.
 
You have known bitter grief,
But you've always been a defender for everyone.
Oh, you, Russia, are my proud song,
So selfless, a generous one.
Oh, you, Russia, are my proud song,
So selfless, a generous one.
 
You have given me untold powers,
You are my love and salvation.
Oh, you, Russia, are my bright song,
The land of birch forests, Yesenin's1 land.
Oh, you, Russia, are my bright song,
The land of birch forests, Yesenin's land.
 
Spring waters will run into the seas,
The earth will bloom, delighting my heart,
Oh, you, Russia, are my tender song,
The land of birch forests, my boundless land.
Oh, you, Russia, are my tender song,
The land of birch forests, my boundless land.
 

• 1. Sergei Yesenin was a Russian lyric poet, one of the most popular and well-known Russian poets of the 20th century.

The huge, immense sky

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This story, my comrade, we mustn't forget:
Two friends in one squadron, the finest they've had.
What they served, and loved, and what mattered to them?
The huge, immense sky, that
The huge, immense sky, that
The huge, immense sky, that they shared between them.
 
They were friends, they would fly so far and so high.
The stars seemed within reach, if they dared to try.
Disaster crept up on them out of nowhere:
Once, during a flight, when
Once, during a flight, when
Once during a flight, engines failed in mid-air...
 
Their flight failed, they must jump,
They certainly know,
But their plane would fall on the city below!
It would bring destruction with its fiery crash,
And thousands of lives would,
And thousands of lives would,
And thousands of lives would be lost in a flash!
 
Too early to jump, city blocks flashing by...
'Let's push for the forest!'--- the two friends decide.
'Bring death far from here as we possibly can.
Perhaps we'll get killed, yes,
Perhaps we'll get killed, yes,
Perhaps we'll get killed, but the city will stand!'
 
The plane, like an arrow, lurched out of the sky,
The birch forest shook and then gave out a cry!...
The grass on the glades has not grown back still...
And all city folks thought,
And all city folks thought,
And all city folks thought:
'This must be a drill!'.
 
They lie in their grave, amidst silence, in truth,
An excellent country's two excellent youths...
So solemn and bring, glancing down upon them,
The huge, immense sky, that
The huge, immense sky, that
The huge, immense sky, that they shared between them!
 

It so happens

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People quarrel, and reconcile in regret,
Someone falls in love, someone forgets...
 
Chorus
It so happens, it turns out sometime,
Someone will lose it, someone will lose it,
someone will lose it, and someone will find.
 
The letters are carried by mail worldwide,
It's all because the address is not right.
 
Chorus
 
The city has many people and streets.
The one that you dream off so hard to meet.
 
Chorus
 
The city street bends like a horseshoe.
Maybe two bus stops before meeting you.
 
Chorus
 
This song of ours you must repeat,
If you find love, try not to lose it!
 
Chorus
 

White Evening

Autumn is crying rain. Give me you hand, this will keep you warm.
Do you want us to get away from the hustle and people together?
 
The evening will be so white, with threads of starry rivers,
There the snow chalks the pavements white.
 
You know, it all becomes a trifle if the two of us are together like one
Quarrels will be short, so crying and laughing will be for no reason.
 
The evening will be so white, with threads of starry rivers,
There the snow chalks the pavements white.
 
You are tired, so come back, be honest.
You can not take the love and light of our days with you.
 
The evening will be so white, with threads of starry rivers,
There the snow chalks the pavements white.
 
The evening will be so white, with threads of starry rivers,
There the snow chalks the pavements white.