A keresés eredménye oldal 4

Return Home , O Daughter from the Foriegn Land

O mother has worried, her braids turning grey
Some where in a country far off fate has taken her daughter
On my knees in the quiet of night have I prayed to God
How are you O daughter there in a foreign land...
 
Blossomed have the cherries in white - so white
A day with out you my daughter has become so empty
On my knees in the quiet of night have I prayed to God
 
Do not stumble my daughter upon foreign thresholds
Do return home upon there your pathways
On my knees in the quiet of night have I prayed to God
How are you O daughter there in a foreign land...
 
And the morning star has gifted the dew
My daughter, maybe you're aware of your mother's tears
On my knees in the quiet of night have I prayed to God
 

In a Foreign Land

The pathway is laid out in the field
There to my native village,
And I see this there in my dreams,
For now I am in a foreign land
 
Chorus:
In a foreign land, a foreign land,
Short are the nights - long are the days,
There is no one here to converse with,
And my dear heart's pounding every night.
 
The garden, and house is small,
Mother there has looked after me,
And my eyes are in sorrow-
Why am I in a foreign land.
 
Chorus:
 
And at home the children are young
All calling to mother in their dreams
- O where has she gone off to
And what is it - this foreign land.
 
Chorus:
 
O my dear beloved mother,
You have grand children, your not alone,
The native language and our land
And as for me there only a foreign land
 
Chorus:
 

I Flew About The Field

I'm a small bird - not too big, I flew about the field, (2x)
(I flew) about the field. (3x)
I flew about the field, I had flown through out the grass, (2X)
(I had flown) through out the grass. (3x)
I had flown through out the grass, looking there for a falcon,
(Looking there for) a falcon (3x)
Oh, my falcon, my bright one, like my beloved so lovely (2x)
My beloved (so lovely.) (3x)
So proud are you of me, as the moon is of a star, (2x)
As the moon (is of the mountain.) (3x)
As the moon is of a star, and the fog is of the valley, (2x)
The fog (is of the valley.) (3x)
And the fog is of the valley, and the Kozak of a maiden, (2x)
The Kozak (of a maiden) (3x)
 

I Dug, I Dug a well

I dug, I dug a well
For two Sundays, two
Loved a Kozak a young maiden
For the people - not for myself
Oh, pity, pity
O I'll get it - the people will take her away
The people will take her - she will not be mine!
Oh, pity, pity!
Not a little did I love the maiden from her youth
Loved - the maiden from her youth
Loved but did not take her!
 
And already from that well
Eagles drink the water ...
And already my little girl
They lead her into marriage.
Oh, pity, pity
O I'll get it - the people will take her away
The people will take her - she will not be mine!
Oh, pity, pity!
Not a little did I love the maiden from her youth
Loved - the he maiden from her youth
Loved but did not take her!
 
One leads her by the hand,
The second - by the sleeve,
The third stands, weeping bitterly -
I Loved, but did not take her!
Oh, pity, pity
The people will take her - she will not be mine!
Oh, pity, pity!
Not a little did I love the maiden from her youth
Loved - the he maiden from her youth
Loved but did not take her!
 
I dug, I dug a well
For two Sundays, two
Loved a Kozak young maiden
For the people - not for myself
Oh, pity, pity
O I'll get it - the people will take her away
The people will take her - she will not be mine!
Oh, pity, pity!
Not little did I love the maiden from her youth
Loved - the he maiden from her youth
Loved but did not take her!
 
Oh, pity, pity
O I'll get it - the people will take her away
People will take her -
She won't be mine!
Oh,piy, pity!
Not a little did I love the maiden from her youth
Loved - the maiden from her youth
Loved but did not take her!
 
Oh, pity, pity
 

My Land, My land

My land, O my land,
Almighty mother!
Do not kill, O earth,
The green shoots
Give us the strength to drink
From the blue enchantments, |
Let the wheat grow
Kernels beneath the clouds! | (2)
 
My land,O my land,
In joy and hope
Do not kill, O earth,
The stems of youth.
Give a drop of dew
Grains and stalks
Give to your son
Generosity and love!
 
My land, O my land,
Joyous and rich
You shalt not make, O earth,
The plowman into a soldier
Allow the fields to be sown |
And be harvested ! |
In the bread, give a good fate, |
So to feed the whole world! | (2)
 

I feel your Presence

The twilight's dark as wine,
For a moment pain's abated.
all through an open summer window
scarcely laughter is heard.
 
On the 'sill with heaven's
evening bird I'll fly off.
with a quiet memory I touch you
that you would hear.
 
I feel your presence
do wait for me ...
though it's in a dream that I kiss
your eyes...
I feel your presence
do wait for me ...
I exist only for you
every night ...
 
Is there anyone in heaven,
who gives his life to all?
will fate lay down a bridge for me
there, to where are you
 
Let this day burn up
the moon's radiance does burn
I'll melt in the heavens,
if you find someone else
I'll vanish from sight.
 
I feel your presence
do wait for me ...
though it's in a dream that I kiss
your eyes...
I feel your presence
do wait for me ...
I exist only for you
every night ...
 
The twilight's dark as wine...
On the 'sill with heaven's...
through an open heart's window
I hear and see you
I feel your presence
 

HALYA (HELEN) CARRIES WATER

Versions:
Halya carries water,
And the yoke is bending
Behind her there's Ivanko,
Like the periwinkle, he meanders.
 
-Halya, O my Halya
Give me a drink of water,
You are O so fine-
Just let me look at you!
 
- There's water in the well,
Go and have a drink there,
When I'll be in the garden-
Come and have a look.
 
-I came into the garden,
The cuckoo had coo cooed,
And you oh, my Halya
Did not respect me
 
-Meander periwinkle,
I will water you,
Do return Ivanko,
I will, I'll honor you
 
-No matter, how I meandered,
You did not water me,
How often I've returned,
You did not respect me..
 
Halya carries water,
And the yoke is bending
Behind her there's Ivanko,
Like the periwinkle, he meanders.
 

O it russels, and it howls A fine rain is falling now!

O it russels, and it howls
A fine rain is falling now!
And who me, a young maiden,
Then shall lead me to my home?
 
A young Kozak answered her
On oh sweet honey: ( In the garden green)
- party, party, O dark browed beauty
I will, I shall then take you home.
 
' O no don't take me,'
Oh, I beg so of you,
For a wicked husband I do have ,
That will beat, I know well.
 
Step aside, boys, step aside,
For the devil bears her man!
When he will see me with you,
Violent tremors will shake him then.
 
Let him shake, O let him shake,
Like the wind through out the meadows,
For I am , but a young maiden,
I'll party then with all of you.
 
I'm not afraid of my husband,
I 'll bow down low before him,
As he thinks then this all over,
This time maybe he'll pardon me.
 
O it russels, and it howls
The violin's playing, the bass does hum, -
The Kozak's silent, and knows well,
He shall, surely take you home.
 

The Green Oak Does Rustle

The green oak does rustle,
The green oak does rustle,
The green oak, does rustle - it rustles.
Dear Kozak, O falcon, advize me what shall I do,
At a time when the heart does so hurts?
 
You come to me
And you laugh at me,
And I have loved you so,
and now you are acursed
You have found yourself another,
And I've lost my dear self.
 
I will go to that well there and shall drown myself,
From that which you draw your water.
You will go to her to draw water
And there my body you'll find.
 
My dear girl, what have you now done?
Why did you do yourself in?
The other is not faithful ,the other is not dear,
And you only just loved me.
 
You sang such a sweet song, and then played on the guitar ,
I gazed upon your bright eyes,
You finished your song then, letting down the guitar,
You laid your head upon my chest.
 
You finished your song then, letting down your guitar,
You laid your head upon my chest.
The stars shone upon us, the birds singing, chirping,
And we became speechless then ...
 

Ukraine Went up to God

In a maternal embroidered shirt, where there's fire-a ruin,
In the morning, early. our dear Mother-Ukraine went up to God
The wind unravels there her braids, in the sky a black cloud,
There she had stood and asked of the Lord:
-For what is such a punishment?
Our sons are slain, in a pure field, the graves are as wounds,
They want again to put shackles upon my freedom.
See, how the Kalyna now is troubled, for she is a widow:
'Had I not fervently prayed you?' Did I not beseech you?
Before the Poles I had defended the Orthodox faith ,
The Holy Cross I did not cast away in the Siberian cold.
Rain, in the field, has beaten down the rye, no one's there to harvest:
- How many tears must I yet shed and bury there my sons?
An angel of God then spoke from heaven:
- Soon the day will come,
He who lifted up the sword against thee shall stand upon his knees.
A Holy truth, freedom and destiny shall be in your home,
Only the executioner will neither God nor the people forgive ..
 

Black arable land is plowed

Black arable land plowed, gay, gay,
Black arable land plowed,
And bullets are sown, gay, gay,
And sown with bullets.
 
White body draped, gay, gay,
White body moistened,
And the blood is washed, gay, gay,
And the blood is washed,
 
A Cossack is lying on a mound, gay, gay,
A Cossack is lying on a mound,
Chinese face covered, gay, gay,
Chinese face covered.
 
Red chinese, gay, gay,
Red Chinese,
Merit Cossack, gay, gay,
Merit of the Cossacks.
 
No coffins, no pits, gay, gay,
Neither coffins nor pits,
Neither father nor mother, gay, gay,
Neither father nor mother.
 
And no one to call, gay, gay,
And no one to call
Also light a candle, gay, gay,
Also light a candle.
 
Horses ringing their hooves, gay, gay,
Horses ring their hooves,
And the soldiers are jailed, gay, gay,
And soldiers with jails.
 
Flying crows from strangers, gay, gay,
He sits on the grave.
His eyes are drinking, gay, gay,
His eyes drink.
 
Walking mother, shouting, gay, gay,
Looking for his son.
'Oh I know your son, gay, gay,
Because I have a supply of it. '
 
'Tell me, dear crow, gay, gay,
Is my son still alive?
And are the eyes clear, gay, gay,
But are the lips reddish? ..
 
Tell me, cute crow, gay, gay,
Is my son still alive,
Does the hair turn white, gay, gay,
But will the face blush? '
 
'And now his mouth is blue, gay, gay,
And he has broken hair.
I squat on my face, gay, gay,
I drink his eyes! .. '
 

Oh A Red Rose A Rose That's Red

Oh a red rose a rose that's red I (2)
Had I a Husband I had Husband
I had husband a drunkard
 
He did not not work no he just drank | (2)
Came home he did he did come home
He came home he beat me so
 
Don't hit me husband don't beat me| (2)
I'll leave You my Children my children I'll leave you
My self I'll go past the Danube
 
And as I at upon a boat | (2)
A White Handkerchief a kerchief that's White
A white handkerchief I did wave
 
I 'll unbraid my hair down my shoulders | (2)
Not once I deeply not once I bitterly
Not once I'll cry so bitterly
 
Oh A Red Rose - A White Flower | (2)
Oh what for what Oh for what has My Beloved
Has so wasted my whole world
 
Return Oh Wife do return Home | (2)
You're child is crying cryin's your child
Your Child is crying after You
 
And where do you husband spend the night | (2)
You're child is crying cryin's your child
Your Child is crying don't you hear
 
 

Victory

On this day there bloom fire works and we hear resounding songs
God forbid that we should forget what day this is,
God don't let us forget, don't let us God forget,
O God don't let us forget this day in May.
For four terrible years we have journeyed to this day,
All the torments and anxieties we drunk down to the bottom,
Through all the torments and anxieties we journeyed on four years,
We went on to victory, and spring went there with us all.
 
Refrain:
O holy victory, O dear victory!
A holiday of peace, freedom, and spring!
And then why are my eyes now then weeping?
For not everyone had returned from the war.
Millions do sleep dead out there in the trenches,
These are the sons of my dear country.
Where would you Europe be then today?
Where would you be if it hadn't been for them all?
 
This day, orchestras play to the delight of children,
And again the heart is torn by the old melodies.
On this day the orchestras play and again tear at the heart,
And again the heart is torn by the old melodies.
And the gray veterans remembering that war,
This day, they place tulips there by the Eternal Flame.
And gray veterans this day place their tulips there
This day, they place tulips there by the Eternal Flame.
Refrain
 
Millions do sleep dead out there in the trenches,
These are the sons of my dear country.
Where would you Europe be then today?
Where would you be if it hadn't been for them all?
O holy victory, O dear victory!
A holiday of peace, freedom, and spring!
 

But We are Ukrainians

Oh, night - dear night, where's that river at,
That I may drown there my grief? ..
Oh, where is that sun, that at the window
Had visited me at least for a moment,
And they beat us, we don't fall,
And they drive us - we don't go,
We won't mention all the bad and happily shall we live!
 
Refrain:
And we on our page, leastwise a kerchief
A hopak we shall dance,
And we, we're - Ukrainians, we're - Ukrainians -
Such is this our fate!
 
Oh, earth-dear earth, how dark it is
So you can't see the horizon.
Oh, summer - dear summer for my dear children
From the heavens I'll gather up the stars
And they beat us, we don't fall,
And they drive us - we don't go,
We will remember about love and happily shall we live!
 
Refrain.
 
Oh, woe - the woe, there the deep blue sea
Has flowed up to the stars,
Oh, where is the whiskey, that my dear head
Knew not these sad thoughts.
And they beat us, we don't fall,
And they drive us - we don't go,
We will rejoice our native land and happily shall we live!
 
Refrain.
 

By the Valley a Kalyna Bush

By the valley a Kalyna bush
Has bent down to the water,
You do tell me, tell me O Kalino,
How did you settle here,
You do tell me, tell me O Kalino,
How did you settle here.
 
Some how early in the spring
A brave boy jumped by,
Admired me for a long time,
And then he took me with him,
Admired me for a long time,
And then he took me with him.
 
He wanted me a Kalyna
To be planted in his garden,
He did not take me and threw me in the field,
I thought I would then perish ,
He did not take me and threw me in the field,
I thought I would then perish ,
 
So I grabbed at the ground,
I then stood upon my feet,
And remained here forever,
Where the water was and the nightingale,
And remained here forever
Where water was and the nightingale,
 
You do not bend O wind the Kalyna,
I will not now perish here:
Above me the sun shines
And I'll continue here to bloom.
 

River of Sorrow

There where we broke up, you and I -
There's silence all around,
And there a swift current does flow
Breaking upon the shores.
There the ruins of burnt bridges are
And in the infinite distance
Between the shores of loneliness |
Flows the river - sorrow ... | (2)
 
Refrain:
And here at one time flowed the river of love
From the evening to the morning pure and swift! |
From the evening to the morning pure and swift|
Our loving ran a river here! | (2)
 
There where we broke up, you and I -
There grows a weeping grass
And a gentle nightingale song
Does not warm the heart.
There where we broke up, you and I -
So sad, so sad, so sad -
Between the shores of loneliness |
Flows the river - sorrow ... | (2)
 
Refrain. (2)
 
The river of our love flowed here ...
 

There o're the pond a Willow

I had told you I'll not be gone for long.
I'll return as soon as the garden blooms.
And o'er the pond a willow has leaned down so.
Oh it was not for long, girl, that you were sad.
And o'er the pond a willow has leaned down so.
Oh it was not for long, girl, that you were sad.
It was only for two springs that I did not return.
It was such a twisted fate that I had,
And o'er the pond a willow has leaned down so.
Oh it was not for long, girl, that you were sad.
And o'er the pond a willow has leaned down so.
Oh it was not for long, girl, that you were sad.
It was only for two springs that I did not return.
And when I had returned you were no longer mine.
And o'er the pond a willow has leaned down so.
Oh it was not for long, girl, that you were sad.
And o'er the pond a willow has leaned down so.
Oh it was not for long, girl, that you were sad.
Now grown old I don't sleep, there the rustling reeds .
How will I now live in the world without you.
And o'er the pond a willow has leaned down so
Oh it was not for long, girl, that you were sad.
And o'er the pond a willow has leaned down so.
Oh it was not for long, girl, that you were sad.
 

Carpathians

Oh, the storks are flying,
They do fly far seeking paradise.
Here I remain at home ,
For here there are the spruces, here is my native land!
Here I with my native language,
Do I color them, be they as in dreams,,
I have conversed with the oak groves there,
Here fate has given me two great wings!
 
Refrain:
I'm so winged, for I've grown up in the Carpathians,
For I grew up in the Carpathians, where the eagle flys!
My eyes are blue, for in Ukraine
Blue-blue nights, the sky and water!
I have, like ears of corn, golden hair ,
For golden is the autumn there in Ukraine!
I sing so loudly for I'm Ukrainian,
Those who do not love me, I just pity them!
 
Oh, the storks in spring all do fly out
Back again to my native land.
Oh, they all fly home,
Forgetting their fatigue, coloring the gardens.
I will meet them all there with a song
A song radiant, and oh so pure
About that land, there since childhood
Every day I drank water from a spring !
 
Refrain. (2)
 

My Sons, Beloved Falcons

Our sons have grown up, beloved falcon - sons
Their embroidered shirts, their curly heads.
For her children a mother was proud and happy.
A father's smile bloomed quietly with love.
Descended over the earth a disquieting echo.
A thunder in a clear sky - an accursed war.
And on a long distant road our sons have gathered, -
The old ash trees have shrouded themselves in sadness.
 
Refrain:
My sons, beloved falcons - dear Sons.
The sunrise has covered a fiery wall there.
Your shirts have been already burned up
And the temple is covered in a morning grayness.
A grayness.
 
In anxious anticipation a father's, heart flutters.
A mother's prayer flies out in the dark night: -
'Return to us alive, beloved sons, our sons,
do protect oh Mother of God us all from war. '
And over the blue sky the falcons do fly: -
'We're alive, we've returned!'- from the heavens they shout, -
'On wings we bring the world a peaceful slumber,
We'll fall as heavy rain upon the old ash trees... »
 
Refrain:
My sons, beloved falcons - dear sons.
The sunrise has covered a fiery wall there.
Your shirts have been already burned up
And the temple is covered in a morning grayness.
 
My sons, beloved falcons - dear Sons.
The sunrise has covered a fiery wall there.
Your shirts have been already burned up
And the temple is covered in a morning grayness.
A grayness.
 
 

My Beloved Sons. My Dear Falcons

The house has blossomed forth with enchanting towels,
The summers of long ago have returned to the threshold,
And there the white mother leans over her sons,
Who have again returned home from their travels.
 
Refrain:
My beloved sons, my dear falcons
There are many roads in this world
Yet you have but only one mother,
In this whole wide world, only one.
 
Putting in their heads silently the cuckoo's call,
As if all around, everything fell into a silent slumber,
And two poplars whispered to the children 'lulabys',
And the young morning remained still by the window.
It seems that the house had brightened, stood higher,
It seems that there was more light and warmth,
And again the smell of strawberries and ripe cherries inside ,
And there the white mother - like a cherry -had blossomed.
 
Refrain:
 

Yes I Have Black Hair

Versions: #2
If only the mushrooms didn't spring up in the forest,
If only the girls didn't go out for walks.
Yes I have black hair, cute, and curly
I didn't pick mushrooms, I went for a stroll with a cossack,
Yes I have black hair, cute, and curly
I didn't pick mushrooms, I went for a stroll with a cossack,
 
If in the field the viburnum, it hadn't blossomed,
If the father hadn't brought up a girl.
Yes I have black hair, cute, and curly
Fit and fledged, the boys, they were winking.
Yes I have black hair, cute, and curly
Fit and fledged, the boys, they were winking.
 
If only the girls had sewn in the evenings,
And couldn't go for a walk down the streets?
Yes I have black hair, cute, and curly
With a bodkin I was embroidering, the young men were fascinated.
Yes I have black hair, cute, and curly
With a bodkin I was embroidering, the young men were fascinated.
 
So at that time I had no peace,
For me the boys, they were a herd.
Yes I have black hair, cute, and curly
Diligent and bravely, I replied to the guys
Yes I have black hair, cute, and curly
Diligent and bravely, I replied to the guys
 
Hey, you, boys, do not cause me trouble
I have a boyfriend with blue eyes.
Yes I have black hair, cute, and curly
I kissed him, and stitched a kerchief for him
Yes I have black hair, cute, and curly
I kissed him, and stitched a kerchief for him
 
If only the mushrooms didn't spring up in the forest,
If only the girls didn't go out for walks.
Yes I have black hair, cute, and curly
I didn't pick mushrooms, I went for a stroll with a cossack,
Yes I have black hair, cute, and curly
I didn't pick mushrooms, I went for a stroll with a cossack,
 
Yes I have black hair, cute, and curly
 
I didn't pick mushrooms, I went for a stroll with a cossack,
(5x)
 

Many Years

Many Years
 

O Sleep My Little Kozak

Anatoliy Sukhogo's lyrics and music
 
Sleep, my little Kozak son,
Go turn upon your side,
Sleep, my dear son, your mother is now lulling you,│
Sleep, O Kozak, your horse will calmly wait for you. │2
 
Luli, luli, bye and bye,
Come will Nicholas, tomorrow,
Bringing you as a gift, │
There a packet of Golden songs. │2
 
REFRAIN:
And in the quiet winter night, │
We will venture out to the Sich, │
There they will give to us │
A lovely sliced carrot│2
 
Sleep, O Kozak, it's early yet for battle,
Your Hetmans there are all still young,
And when you go to your first battle- │
There are few of us now, and even less of you. │2
 
REFRAIN
 
Sleep my dear son, you must sleep now ,
The bunny sleeps as does brother wolf,
The blue waterfall does play, so │
A fairy tale drifts over the land, │
Luli-luli, bye and bye. │2
 

The cuckoo flew -2

The cuckoo flew and started cuckooing
Oh, that's not a cuckoo, that's my dear mother. (x2)
 
Oh, that's not a cuckoo, that's my dear mother,
She flew out so to free (save) her daughter. (x2)
 
'If my mother only knew what trouble I have,,
She would get the sparrow to bring me bread. (x2)
 
From the Sparrow she'd sent bread, from a dove she'd sent salt.
Oh, mother, oh, mother, how hard it is without a fate.