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Sergey Bogolyubsky - Ah, Roads... / Эх, Дороги...
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Celebratory concert at creative club "Tonica" to the February 23 - Defender of the Fatherland Day, State University of Technology and Design, Concert Hall, St. Petersburg, February 23, 2015. Video - Maxim Solovev.
"Ah, Roads..." (Russian: "Эх, дороги...") - the famous Russian Soviet song written in 1945.
Music - Anatoly Novikov / Анатолий Новиков.
Lyrics - Lev Oshanin / Лев Ошанин.
ENGLISH LYRICS:
Ah, the road...
Dust and mist
Cold, alarm
Yes steppe weeds .
Can not know
Shares of its -
Maybe wings are folded
The steppe.
Sweeps dust under the boots -
steppes,
fields.
A range of raging flames
Yes bullets whistle.
Ah, the road...
Dust and mist
Cold, alarm
Yes steppe weeds .
Shot burst,
Crows circling
Your friend in the weeds
Lies lifeless.
And on the road races,
dusts,
swirls,
And all around the earth smokes
Foreign land.
Ah, the road...
Dust and mist
Cold, alarm
Yes steppe weeds .
Pine edge,
The sun rises.
At the steps of the native
Mother son waits.
And endless ways -
steppes,
fields -
All look immediately behind us
Native eyes.
Ah, the road...
Dust and mist
Cold, alarm
Yes steppe weeds .
Whether snow , wind
Recall Friend -
We appreciate those
Can not forget.
****************************
Sergey Bogolyubsky - Official Website:
"Ah, Roads..." (Russian: "Эх, дороги...") - the famous Russian Soviet song written in 1945.
Music - Anatoly Novikov / Анатолий Новиков.
Lyrics - Lev Oshanin / Лев Ошанин.
ENGLISH LYRICS:
Ah, the road...
Dust and mist
Cold, alarm
Yes steppe weeds .
Can not know
Shares of its -
Maybe wings are folded
The steppe.
Sweeps dust under the boots -
steppes,
fields.
A range of raging flames
Yes bullets whistle.
Ah, the road...
Dust and mist
Cold, alarm
Yes steppe weeds .
Shot burst,
Crows circling
Your friend in the weeds
Lies lifeless.
And on the road races,
dusts,
swirls,
And all around the earth smokes
Foreign land.
Ah, the road...
Dust and mist
Cold, alarm
Yes steppe weeds .
Pine edge,
The sun rises.
At the steps of the native
Mother son waits.
And endless ways -
steppes,
fields -
All look immediately behind us
Native eyes.
Ah, the road...
Dust and mist
Cold, alarm
Yes steppe weeds .
Whether snow , wind
Recall Friend -
We appreciate those
Can not forget.
****************************
Sergey Bogolyubsky - Official Website: