Lyrics Надежда Бабкина - Самовары-прянички
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Открываю двери настежь,
Что-то грустно стало мне,
Может, кончилось ненастье
В нашей русской стороне.
Не пойму я, что творится
В тёмной бабьей, ох, душе,
Может, заново влюбиться
И забыться в кураже.
А самовары-пряники, ох, медовые,
Где ж вы, мои праздники, дни бедовые.
А самовары-прянички, дни фартовые,
Где ж вы, мои празднички, ох, медовые.
А бывало как любила,
Страсти было не сдержать,
Как посуду об пол била,
Что разбила, не собрать.
Значит, милый стал постылый,
Шут с ним, коль не мил уже,
Только б люди нас простили,
Все ж был праздничек в душе.
А самовары-пряники, ох, медовые,
Где ж вы, мои праздники, дни бедовые.
А самовары-прянички, дни фартовые,
Где ж вы, мои празднички, ох, медовые.
Открываю душу настежь,
Вот душа, вот Бог, вот Храм,
Может, всё ж привалит счастье,
Православные, всем вам.
Будет свет в душе струится,
Что не в силах передать,
Будет русскою царицей
Солнце в небушке сиять.
А самовары-пряники, ох, медовые,
Где ж вы, мои праздники, дни бедовые.
А самовары-прянички, дни фартовые,
Где ж вы, мои празднички, ох, медовые.
А самовары-пряники, ох, медовые,
Где ж вы, мои праздники, дни бедовые.
А самовары-прянички, дни фартовые,
Где ж вы, мои празднички, ох, медовые.
А самовары-прянички, дни фартовые,
Где ж вы, мои празднички, ох, медовые.
Open the door wide,
Something became sad to me,
Maybe it's a bad weather
In our Russian side.
I do not understand what's going on
In a dark womanish, oh, soul,
Maybe I can fall in love again
And forget yourself in courage.
And samovar-gingerbread, oh, honey,
Where are you, my holidays, poor days.
A samovar-gingerbread, days fartovye,
Where are you, my holidays, oh, honey.
And it used to be like,
Passion was not kept,
As dishes on the floor beat,
What broke, do not collect.
Hence, the darling became a hateful,
Fool with him, if he's not sweet already,
Only people would forgive us,
All was a holiday in the shower.
And samovar-gingerbread, oh, honey,
Where are you, my holidays, poor days.
A samovar-gingerbread, days fartovye,
Where are you, my holidays, oh, honey.
I open the soul wide,
Here is the soul, here is God, here is the Temple,
Maybe everything will be happy,
Orthodox, to you all.
There will be a light in the shower,
What is unable to convey,
It will be the Russian tsarina
The sun in the nebushka shine.
And samovar-gingerbread, oh, honey,
Where are you, my holidays, poor days.
A samovar-gingerbread, days fartovye,
Where are you, my holidays, oh, honey.
And samovar-gingerbread, oh, honey,
Where are you, my holidays, poor days.
A samovar-gingerbread, days fartovye,
Where are you, my holidays, oh, honey.
A samovar-gingerbread, days fartovye,
Where are you, my holidays, oh, honey.
Something became sad to me,
Maybe it's a bad weather
In our Russian side.
I do not understand what's going on
In a dark womanish, oh, soul,
Maybe I can fall in love again
And forget yourself in courage.
And samovar-gingerbread, oh, honey,
Where are you, my holidays, poor days.
A samovar-gingerbread, days fartovye,
Where are you, my holidays, oh, honey.
And it used to be like,
Passion was not kept,
As dishes on the floor beat,
What broke, do not collect.
Hence, the darling became a hateful,
Fool with him, if he's not sweet already,
Only people would forgive us,
All was a holiday in the shower.
And samovar-gingerbread, oh, honey,
Where are you, my holidays, poor days.
A samovar-gingerbread, days fartovye,
Where are you, my holidays, oh, honey.
I open the soul wide,
Here is the soul, here is God, here is the Temple,
Maybe everything will be happy,
Orthodox, to you all.
There will be a light in the shower,
What is unable to convey,
It will be the Russian tsarina
The sun in the nebushka shine.
And samovar-gingerbread, oh, honey,
Where are you, my holidays, poor days.
A samovar-gingerbread, days fartovye,
Where are you, my holidays, oh, honey.
And samovar-gingerbread, oh, honey,
Where are you, my holidays, poor days.
A samovar-gingerbread, days fartovye,
Where are you, my holidays, oh, honey.
A samovar-gingerbread, days fartovye,
Where are you, my holidays, oh, honey.