A keresés eredménye

A forest witch

Across the river, in the shade of a birch grove
The forester's daughter lives there.
I watch her like a bird.
I wander until dawn
'Respond me!' - I beg.
 
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The witch, you break my heart!
The witch... Cherished dreams prophetess.
The witch... A forest fairy tale in reality.
The witch... You`re the witch of my fate!
You are a witch!
 
The darkness lit up with a white light –
It was you who came to me by yourself.
And in the oak grove, in the thicket there is a silence.
Such a silence that you can hear a music.
 
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Across the river, in the shade of a birch grove
The forester's daughter lives there.
I worry about her day and night.
I can't find the words.
And I repeat only one thing:
 
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At source

And in the village a whisper runs like a wave.
It talks about somebody who carries water.
Wha-a-a! The first beauty of the village
Hasn't been married till.
 
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And at source something flows: either laugh,
Or water out of a bucket and over the top.
Water, water, cold water.
It has spilled not without reason from the bucket.
Water, water, cold water.
It has spilled not without reason from the bucket.
 
And at nighttime when all huts are sleeping
Something is ringing: either buckets or shooting stars.
Even if you watchman saw something be silent
About somebody that goes for water at night.
 
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And in the village a whisper runs like a wave.
It talks about a wedding at gates.
Wha-a-a! The first beauty of the village
Was carried by not our troika in the fields.
 
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Polka Belorussian

If a visitor goes into a house
A wineglass will be taken at once.
We have a harmonic and a tambourine,
Isn't it a housekeeping?
And beginning from the stove to the inner porch,
With all our power,
We shall hop
Jumping polka as earlier.
 
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Jumping polka,
You aren’t alien but ours.
When you sounds we hug and jump,
We don’t have anything better.
Both the trousers
And the skirt are narrow for you.
Between Poland and Russia
Polka Belorussian sounds.
Between Lithuania and Ukraine
Polka Belorussian sounds!
 
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Where the pines are there the forest is.
Where the doorstep is there the porch is.
Where Olesja is there Ales is,
Where Basil is there Hanna is.
There is no need to teach us
How to dress bast shoes.
We are able to drink and work,
Jump polka.
 
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We didn’t throw away icons,
Didn’t forget God.
Our house is five windows,
The table and the ceiling.
The table is very white,
And the ceiling is dry.
And from the oven to the table –
Jumping polka is everywhere!
 
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