Lyrics Дубровский Бэнд - Плач
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1) Плач на стенах города,
В небо белым голубем,
Пусто стало в комнате,
Тесно у околицы.
Не вернулся жив мой свет
Из похода дальнего;
Тонок стон берёзовый
Плача поминального.
П-В: Я бы птицею запела, паря,
Я б стала стебельком ковыля,
Я тоскую по тебе, говорят,
И не зря!
2) Вышла за любимого
Молодая горлица,
А поутру сокол мой
Шёл в поход на половцев.
Стала ждать, надеяться,
Время шло, тянулося,
За грехи молодушке
В дом беда вернулася.
П-В:
3) На подводе воина
Прикатили к горнице,
Видно, не достойна я
Счастья с ясным соколом.
Коли жить с ним не дали,
В смерти с ним преграды нет;
В реку ночью бросилась,
Только волны пели мне.
П-В:
1) Crying on the walls of the city,
To the sky with a white dove
It became empty in the room
Closely at the outskirts.
My light is not back alive
From a distant campaign;
Thin groan birch
Crying funeral.
P-V: I would sing a bird, soaring,
I would become a stalk of feather grass
I miss you, they say
And not in vain!
2) Married a beloved
Young turtledove
And in the morning my falcon
He went on a campaign at the Polovtsy.
Began to wait, hope
Time passed, dragged on
For the sins of the Molodushka
The trouble returned to the house.
Pv:
3) On a warrior’s cart
Rolled up to the room
Apparently I'm not worthy
Happiness with a clear falcon.
If they didn’t let him live with him,
There is no barrier to death with him;
I rushed into the river at night
Only the waves sang to me.
Pv:
To the sky with a white dove
It became empty in the room
Closely at the outskirts.
My light is not back alive
From a distant campaign;
Thin groan birch
Crying funeral.
P-V: I would sing a bird, soaring,
I would become a stalk of feather grass
I miss you, they say
And not in vain!
2) Married a beloved
Young turtledove
And in the morning my falcon
He went on a campaign at the Polovtsy.
Began to wait, hope
Time passed, dragged on
For the sins of the Molodushka
The trouble returned to the house.
Pv:
3) On a warrior’s cart
Rolled up to the room
Apparently I'm not worthy
Happiness with a clear falcon.
If they didn’t let him live with him,
There is no barrier to death with him;
I rushed into the river at night
Only the waves sang to me.
Pv: