Ah! |
Kostyansky!
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A-yo! |
Markel. |
Let's!
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I'm waiting for you brothers. |
I'm waiting.
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I noticed you, somehow for the first time in the field in the morning, a glimpse from afar.
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What kind of miracle is this, a miracle, oh - or what? |
(Aha!)
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You were with dad in the field, in a white dress whiter than clouds -
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And along the village, our Don river silently flowed into the distance.
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About what suddenly happened to me then there, tell me - Quiet Don.
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I met a miracle in the field in the morning - was it or a dream?
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The wind blew in my face, I was rooted to the spot, as if there was then without a word;
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It's the dream girl! |
Dream girl? |
Dream Girl! |
Dream Girl!
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And the dawn spilled there over the birches, pines and poplars;
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Half in the meadows - they haven't been there, if you don't understand.
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The sun rolls slowly up to the zenith, her gaze will captivate.
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Come on, come on, come on, boy - don't pull.
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And now, already somewhere in the evening I said "I love you" seriously.
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You turned your magical eyes away from me.
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And I, on your red cheeks, unraveled everything immediately between the lines.
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I climbed the bottom of the barrel for everyone and took it off after a quick trip to the market
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And I got a silk, lilac handkerchief from a woman there. |
Do not be silent - please, Tamara.
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Don't be silent - please don't.
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Do not be silent - please, Tamara.
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Don't be silent - please don't.
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And how it smelled, how it bloomed;
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The violet thyme called the bees.
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For us everything is like a dream -
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The father's youth stole his daughter in the night.
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The river whispered to us: "You will be in the place."
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You ran out of the house afraid if.
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And the eagle owls sang sweet songs to us.
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It was as if we had known since childhood.
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In the valleys of wonderful flowers
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Your blush and trembling told me everything without words.
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Our beloved innocent steppes covered the fields.
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It was impossible to stop us, the dress fell quietly from you.
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You guess - beauty, a star falls in the sky,
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So that we can always be together, leave all your worries.
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Stole the boy's heart, gave his soul to the end.
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Now, I'm all yours - admit it yourself, ask my father for a hand.
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Don't wake up the dawn so early.
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Don't wake me up, I beg you, Tamara.
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Don't wake up the dawn so early.
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Don't wake me up, I beg you, Tamara.
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But once I saw you, I saw you in tears.
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What's wrong with you, my beauty? |
Why are the eyes full of dew?
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Tell me: come on, don't be silent; |
don't torture me!
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What is this evil secret? |
I know it's all my fault. |
It wasn't the rain that wet your cheeks now, right?
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And a thought-mystery crept into my head.
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Tomina's sobs fell like a stone into his soul.
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I was afraid to listen, but I stood there;
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Touched the curls with the wind smoothly.
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And the clouds floated, the evil clouds across the gray sky -
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And Tamara looked at them so strangely.
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Trouble has come, hasn't it?
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And the thunder rumbled only as a drum.
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And then she told me everything.
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What is not a word in me is a wound
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About the paunchy father and the "young boar",
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And their big plans.
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About gold, stones, diamonds;
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About the wedding and the big house;
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About the fact that the drunken son
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Tore her dress, killing her once.
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Then she shouted:
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"God, no! God, God, no!"
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When the son of the fist committed sin.
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And now, her life is no more -
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Tied up: on the legs, on the hands.
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Weakness always beckons us all.
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Somehow forget, live a hurricane.
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But I saw tears on my face
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And the blood of the Cossack boiled.
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Noisy wheels, rails, sleepers -
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The train is running late.
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In the throat lump, thoughts in the head shaft.
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How many years have I not been here.
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Forests, fields, houses, and arable land
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And the kids are waving to us in the car.
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The damp wind puffed out his eyes. |
Ma, why am I so scared to go?
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Where was Tamarin's house - on the spot
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Now only wheatgrass and weeds are everywhere.
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And became empty, useless
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The trails are all forgotten, where I walked with her.
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Our willow is the same even more beautiful, but
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Where did our beloved maple go?
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Will, vodka, with you about your own.
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All these silent steppe-steppe.
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Soul vaguely melancholy trembling, trembling.
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How long have I been here?
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When the cat was eaten by the chains.
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And the Don flows quietly and measuredly;
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The wave whispers to me about what was.
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And the soul tears, drills foul [a | o]
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That she forgot me a long time ago.
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She forgot!
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Oh yes, Tamara! |
Oh yes, oh yes, Tamara!
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Oh yes, Tamara! |
Oh yes, oh yes, Tamara!
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Oh yes, Tamara! |
Oh yes, oh yes, Tamara!
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Oh yes, Tamara! |
Oh yes, oh yes, Tamara!
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Oh yes, Tamara! |
Oh yes, oh yes, Tamara!
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Oh yes, Tamara! |
Oh yes, oh yes, Tamara!
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Oh yes, Tamara! |
Oh yes, oh yes, Tamara!
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Oh yes, Tamara! |
Oh yes, oh yes, Tamara!
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Appear - I pray, Tamara ...
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Everything... |