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'Small Farm' - Ivan Bukreev (1968)

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The Russian folk song "Small Farm" performed by Ivan Bukreev (tenor). This is a clip from the Soviet TV show "Concert #63", Central Television of the USSR, 1968.
Music by E. Klimovsky, lyrics by A. Koltsov.
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TRANSLATION OF THE LYRICS:
Behind the river on the mountain, the green forest is noisy,
Under the mountain behind the river, there's a small farm.
A nightingale sings songs sonorously in this forest.
There's a young widow lives in this farm.
That night in the midnight a young lad
wanted to see and to visit a young widow.
A fisherman was fishing in the river late
And came to the farm to spend his night.
A merchant was going back on the road,
He turned off to spend the night at the young widow's place.
The fire lit up, the hut lit up with light,
The widow prepares a table for the dear guests.
The merchant is partying with the fisherman at the table,
And the young lad is looking out into the window.
The merchant started to sing songs with the fisherman
And to hug and kiss the young widow.
The lad could not stand it, his soul burned,
And then the door of the hut opened wide...
And since then nobody lives in the small farm,
Only the nightingale chants its sonorous song.
ORIGINAL LYRICS:
За рекой на горе лес зелёный шумит,
Под горой за рекой хуторочек стоит.
В том лесу соловей громко песни поет,
Молодая вдова в хуторочке живёт.
В эту ночь-полуночь удалой молодец
Хотел быть, навестить молодую вдову.
Засветился огонь, закурилась изба,
Для гостей дорогих стол готовит вдова.
За столом с рыбаком уж гуляет купец,
А в окошко глядит удалой молодец.
И пошёл с рыбаком купец песни играть,
Молодую вдову обнимать целовать.
Не стерпел удалой, загорелась душа,
И как глазом моргнуть растворилась изба.
И с тех пор в хуторке уж никто не живет,
Лишь один соловей громко песни поет.
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Music by E. Klimovsky, lyrics by A. Koltsov.
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TRANSLATION OF THE LYRICS:
Behind the river on the mountain, the green forest is noisy,
Under the mountain behind the river, there's a small farm.
A nightingale sings songs sonorously in this forest.
There's a young widow lives in this farm.
That night in the midnight a young lad
wanted to see and to visit a young widow.
A fisherman was fishing in the river late
And came to the farm to spend his night.
A merchant was going back on the road,
He turned off to spend the night at the young widow's place.
The fire lit up, the hut lit up with light,
The widow prepares a table for the dear guests.
The merchant is partying with the fisherman at the table,
And the young lad is looking out into the window.
The merchant started to sing songs with the fisherman
And to hug and kiss the young widow.
The lad could not stand it, his soul burned,
And then the door of the hut opened wide...
And since then nobody lives in the small farm,
Only the nightingale chants its sonorous song.
ORIGINAL LYRICS:
За рекой на горе лес зелёный шумит,
Под горой за рекой хуторочек стоит.
В том лесу соловей громко песни поет,
Молодая вдова в хуторочке живёт.
В эту ночь-полуночь удалой молодец
Хотел быть, навестить молодую вдову.
Засветился огонь, закурилась изба,
Для гостей дорогих стол готовит вдова.
За столом с рыбаком уж гуляет купец,
А в окошко глядит удалой молодец.
И пошёл с рыбаком купец песни играть,
Молодую вдову обнимать целовать.
Не стерпел удалой, загорелась душа,
И как глазом моргнуть растворилась изба.
И с тех пор в хуторке уж никто не живет,
Лишь один соловей громко песни поет.
_____________________________________________
This is official videochannel of the Russian operatic singer Leonid Mikhailovich Kharitonov (bass-baritone). Please, see the channel's "About" section for more info.
#IvanBukreev #RedArmyChoir #folksongs
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Please watch: ""Here's the Postal Troika Rushing" - Leonid Kharitonov (1987)"
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