Lyrics Мельница - Сестра
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У сестры моей косы светлые,
косы цвета льна.
У сестры печаль безответная –
видно, влюблена.
Косы светлые, косы длинные,
ленты-кружева –
Словно перышки голубиные,
да ненужные.
У сестры моей ножки белые,
каблучки остры.
Взгляды вольные, руки смелые
у моей сестры.
А душа ее вслед за музыкой
три дороги шла,
То удачею, то обузою
все брела-цвела.
Вслед за соколом, вслед за дудочкой,
бубенцам вослед
Белой горлицей, сизой уточкой –
прочь от здешних бед.
Да случилась беда незваная
на ее пути –
За рекой все дорожки пьяные,
правой не найти.
Всяку дудочку греет свой карман,
зелень глаз чужих – знай одно – обман.
Сокол ввысь летит – не воротится,
от людей печаль не укроется.
Не ходила б ты за околицу,
не звала бы ты того молодца,
Что махнул крылом, бубенцом звеня,
улетел с собой, не позвав тебя.
My sister has bright braids,
braid color flax.
My sister has an unrequited sadness -
apparently in love.
The braids are light, the braids are long,
lace ribbons -
Like pigeon feathers,
yes unnecessary.
My sister's legs are white,
heels are sharp.
Looks free, hands bold
from my sister.
And her soul after the music
three roads went
That good luck, then a burden
all wandered-flowered.
Following the falcon, after the pipe,
bells follow
White Turtle Dove, Gray Duck -
away from the troubles here.
Yes, misfortune happened uninvited
on her way -
Behind the river, all the tracks are drunk,
right not to find.
Every pipe keeps his pocket warm
green eyes of others - know one thing - deception.
Falcon flies up - does not return,
from people sadness is not hidden.
You would not go for the outskirts,
would you not call that young man
What waved wing, ringing bells,
flew away with him without calling you.
braid color flax.
My sister has an unrequited sadness -
apparently in love.
The braids are light, the braids are long,
lace ribbons -
Like pigeon feathers,
yes unnecessary.
My sister's legs are white,
heels are sharp.
Looks free, hands bold
from my sister.
And her soul after the music
three roads went
That good luck, then a burden
all wandered-flowered.
Following the falcon, after the pipe,
bells follow
White Turtle Dove, Gray Duck -
away from the troubles here.
Yes, misfortune happened uninvited
on her way -
Behind the river, all the tracks are drunk,
right not to find.
Every pipe keeps his pocket warm
green eyes of others - know one thing - deception.
Falcon flies up - does not return,
from people sadness is not hidden.
You would not go for the outskirts,
would you not call that young man
What waved wing, ringing bells,
flew away with him without calling you.