Lyrics Жанна Бичевская - Донская баллада
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По Дону гуляет казак молодой,
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А дева там плачет над быстрой рекой.
О чём дева плачешь, о чём Слёзы льешь?
Ах, как мне не плакать, слёз горьких не лить?
Когда молодою к цыганке пошла,
Цыганка гадала, за ручку брала.
Сказала, утонешь в день свадьбы своей
А милый мой тешит, чтоб не верила ей.
Зовёт он венчаться, он выстроил мост,
Он выстроил мост, да на тысячу вёрст.
Вот слышу, послышу мосточки гудут
Наверно, наверно невесту везут.
Вот конь, спотыкнулся и сшибся с моста.
Невеста упала в круты берега.
Во-первых, вскричала: "Прощай, мать, отец",
Во-вторых, вскричала: "Прощай, белый свет",
А в третьих, вскричала: "Прощай, милый мой,
Наверно, наверно, не жить нам с тобой".
По Дону гуляет казак молодой,
А дева, а дева под мутной водой.
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A Cossack is young walking along the Don
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And the maiden there cries over the fast river.
What are maidens crying about, what are your tears?
Oh, how can I not cry, do not pour bitter tears?
When the young woman went to the gypsy,
Gypsy wondered, took the handle.
Said you drown on your wedding day
And my dear consoles, so as not to believe her.
He is calling to get married, he built a bridge
He built a bridge, but a thousand miles.
Here I hear, I'll hear bridges are buzzing
Probably probably the bride being taken.
Here is a horse, stumbled and fell from the bridge.
The bride fell into steep shores.
First, she cried: & quot; Goodbye, mother, father & quot ;,
Second, she cried: & quot; Goodbye, white light & quot ;,
And third, she cried: "Farewell, my dear,
Probably, probably, we do not live with you, & quot ;.
A Cossack is young walking along the Don
And the maiden, and the maiden under muddy water.
A Cossack is young walking along the Don
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And the maiden there cries over the fast river.
What are maidens crying about, what are your tears?
Oh, how can I not cry, do not pour bitter tears?
When the young woman went to the gypsy,
Gypsy wondered, took the handle.
Said you drown on your wedding day
And my dear consoles, so as not to believe her.
He is calling to get married, he built a bridge
He built a bridge, but a thousand miles.
Here I hear, I'll hear bridges are buzzing
Probably probably the bride being taken.
Here is a horse, stumbled and fell from the bridge.
The bride fell into steep shores.
First, she cried: & quot; Goodbye, mother, father & quot ;,
Second, she cried: & quot; Goodbye, white light & quot ;,
And third, she cried: "Farewell, my dear,
Probably, probably, we do not live with you, & quot ;.
A Cossack is young walking along the Don
And the maiden, and the maiden under muddy water.