Lyrics ст. Алексеевская - Как над яром,над ярочком
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Как над яром, над ярочком,
Над крутеньким было бережочком,
Там стояли три садочка,
Три садика зеленыя:
Как во первом было во садочке
Кукушечка куковала,
Как во втором было во садочке,
Соловейка воспевала,
Как во третьим было во садочке,
Шлях-дорожка пролягала.
Как на ентой было на дорожке,
Мать сыночка провожала.
Провожамши она ублажала,
Слезно плакала-рыдала:
"Уж ты сын мой, мой сыночек,
Сын мой ясный соколочек!
Ты скажи-скажи, мой сыночек,
Кого в свете тебе всех жальчее?"
"Жалко тещу ее по привету,
А жаненку по завету,
А тебе, маменька родная,
Жальче в свете тебя нету!
Ты рожала, все кричала,
И от ветру меня укрывала!
А от дальней от сторонки,
Не смогла ты сына уберечи..."
Над крутеньким было бережочком,
Там стояли три садочка,
Три садика зеленыя:
Как во первом было во садочке
Кукушечка куковала,
Как во втором было во садочке,
Соловейка воспевала,
Как во третьим было во садочке,
Шлях-дорожка пролягала.
Как на ентой было на дорожке,
Мать сыночка провожала.
Провожамши она ублажала,
Слезно плакала-рыдала:
"Уж ты сын мой, мой сыночек,
Сын мой ясный соколочек!
Ты скажи-скажи, мой сыночек,
Кого в свете тебе всех жальчее?"
"Жалко тещу ее по привету,
А жаненку по завету,
А тебе, маменька родная,
Жальче в свете тебя нету!
Ты рожала, все кричала,
И от ветру меня укрывала!
А от дальней от сторонки,
Не смогла ты сына уберечи..."
As over the ton, above the bright,
Over Kutenkim, it was a beeration,
There were three sages,
Three Garden Garden:
As in the first was in the saddle
Cuckoo crooked
As in the second was in the saddle,
Soloveka chasing
As in the third it was in the saddle,
Shelch-track was carried out.
How on the floor was on the track,
Mother Son accompanied.
She cheaper she chewed
Looking towered, sobbed:
"You're my son, my son,
My son is a clear falcant!
You say, tell me, my son,
Who in the world you all sorcery? "
"I feel sorry for her in greet,
And Zhanneka on the covenant,
And you, Mama, native,
Sigged in the light you no!
You gave birth, I screamed
And from the wind she was covered!
And from the far from the side,
You could not save my son ... "
Over Kutenkim, it was a beeration,
There were three sages,
Three Garden Garden:
As in the first was in the saddle
Cuckoo crooked
As in the second was in the saddle,
Soloveka chasing
As in the third it was in the saddle,
Shelch-track was carried out.
How on the floor was on the track,
Mother Son accompanied.
She cheaper she chewed
Looking towered, sobbed:
"You're my son, my son,
My son is a clear falcant!
You say, tell me, my son,
Who in the world you all sorcery? "
"I feel sorry for her in greet,
And Zhanneka on the covenant,
And you, Mama, native,
Sigged in the light you no!
You gave birth, I screamed
And from the wind she was covered!
And from the far from the side,
You could not save my son ... "