Ada Yakusheva Performs 'Evening Wanders' | Ада Якушева – Вечер бродит

Ada Yukasheva (Ада Якушева, 1934 - 2012) was a Russian bard and Soviet poet who wrote musically simple, yet lyrically dense music. The first wife of Soviet bard Yuri Vizbor, she was writing music and poetry since the 1950s, when "Evening Wanders" was first recorded. This performance of "Evening Wanders" is with Ada Yakusheva's children, in 1987.

Tags: #lyrics, #ussr, #songwriter

Russian & English lyrics:

Ада Якушева – Вечер бродит

Вечер бродит по лесным дорожкам,
Ты ведь тоже любишь вечера.
Подожди, постой еще немножко,
Посидим с товарищами у костра.
Подожди, постой еще немножко,
Посидим с товарищами у костра.

Вслед за песней позовут ребята,
В неизвестные еще края.
И тогда над крыльями заката
Вспыхнет яркой звездочкой мечта моя.
И тогда над крыльями заката
Вспыхнет яркой звездочкой мечта моя.

Вижу целый мир в глазах тревожных,
В этот час на берегу крутом.
Не смотри ты так неосторожно,
Я могу подумать что-нибудь не то.
Не смотри ты так неосторожно,
Я могу подумать что-нибудь не то.

Вечер бродит по лесным дорожкам,
Ты ведь тоже любишь вечера.
Подожди, постой еще немножко,
Посидим с товарищами у костра.
Подожди, постой еще немножко,
Посидим с товарищами у костра.

Ada Yakusheva -- Evening Wanders

Evening wanders on the forest paths
Don't you like the evenings too?
Then wait a little while longer
And we'll sit with friends by the fire.
Then wait a little while longer
And we'll sit with friends by the fire.

The guys will call after the song
To still-unknown lands
And then, under the wings of sunset,
My dreaming will flash as a bright star.
And then, under the wings of sunset,
My dreaming will flash as a bright star.

I see the whole world in anxious eyes
At this hour on the steep shore
Don't look so carelessly at me --
I might think something isn't right.
Don't look so carelessly at me --
I might think something isn't right.

Evening wanders on the forest paths
Don't you like the evenings too?
Then wait a little longer
And we'll sit with friends by the fire.
Then wait a little longer
And we'll sit with friends by the fire.

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Ada Yukasheva (Ада Якушева, 1934 - 2012) was a Russian bard and Soviet poet who wrote musically simple, yet lyrically dense music. The first wife of Soviet bard Yuri Vizbor, she was writing music and poetry since the 1950s, when "Evening Wanders" was first recorded. This performance of "Evening Wanders" is with Ada Yakusheva's children, perhaps in the 1980s or 1990s.








Tags: #lyrics, #ussr, #songwriter

Russian & English lyrics:

Ада Якушева – Вечер бродит

Вечер бродит по лесным дорожкам,
Ты ведь тоже любишь вечера.
Подожди, постой еще немножко,
Посидим с товарищами у костра.
Подожди, постой еще немножко,
Посидим с товарищами у костра.

Вслед за песней позовут ребята,
В неизвестные еще края.
И тогда над крыльями заката
Вспыхнет яркой звездочкой мечта моя.
И тогда над крыльями заката
Вспыхнет яркой звездочкой мечта моя.

Вижу целый мир в глазах тревожных,
В этот час на берегу крутом.
Не смотри ты так неосторожно,
Я могу подумать что-нибудь не то.
Не смотри ты так неосторожно,
Я могу подумать что-нибудь не то.

Вечер бродит по лесным дорожкам,
Ты ведь тоже любишь вечера.
Подожди, постой еще немножко,
Посидим с товарищами у костра.
Подожди, постой еще немножко,
Посидим с товарищами у костра.

Ada Yakusheva -- Evening Wanders

Evening wanders on the forest paths
Don't you like the evenings too?
Then wait a little while longer
And we'll sit with friends by the fire.
Then wait a little while longer
And we'll sit with friends by the fire.

The guys will call after the song
To still-unknown lands
And then, under the wings of sunset,
My dreaming will flash as a bright star.
And then, under the wings of sunset,
My dreaming will flash as a bright star.

I see the whole world in anxious eyes
At this hour on the steep shore
Don't look so carelessly at me --
I might think something isn't right.
Don't look so carelessly at me --
I might think something isn't right.

Evening wanders on the forest paths
Don't you like the evenings too?
Then wait a little longer
And we'll sit with friends by the fire.
Then wait a little longer
And we'll sit with friends by the fire.

[waqasjani]

At first, I misread the title as "Evening Wanderers", but damn this one hit hard - especially that transition from expressing individual desire to individual fears but still calling for comity, all the same!