Blue lakes, blue eyes. Lyrics

The journey was long and seemed to never end.

Why did I decide to drive myself? Georgia asked herself. True, she loved to do it and was proud that she was a good driver. Next to her is the Labrador Hamish, and he is the best companion in the world, except for his brother Noah.

Evening has already come.

Georgia did not turn on the radio and enjoyed the silence and beauty of the landscape floating outside the window - a narrow mountain valley. The view was so amazing that she forgot about her tiredness. Wherever you look, everything is incredibly beautiful: sun-drenched blue lakes and mountain peaks, shimmering green fields.

Hamish perked up and poked his nose out the window, as if he were imagining how he would run around here.

What a contrast to the crowds in the London suburb where Georgia lived! She even forgot about her stiff back. By consulting the map, as well as remembering the exact instructions sent to her by the new boss on e-mail, Georgia realized that Glentane Manor was not far away and she would not be late; I had to, however, for the whole long journey to make only a few stops.

No wonder Noah enjoyed working in such a beautiful place! she exclaimed loudly, and Hamish wagged his tail merrily.

The brother had spent half a year as a garden designer on the estate - he had been hired to tidy up the park - and assured Georgia that she, too, would fall in love with Glentaine.

Noah thought that Georgia would do well to take a break from the city stuffiness, traffic jams on the streets of London and work for Lord Strahan while his permanent secretary recovers from a broken leg. There she will relax among nature and enjoy the clean air.

But Georgia still had no doubts. What will it be like for her to work for a person who, most likely, has never thought about their daily bread? And in general, in his status, he looks like a feudal lord.

She never envied someone else's wealth, she just sometimes got tired of own struggle for existence. Although, of course, the owner of Glentaine has his own problems, but ... they, of course, are of a slightly different nature than hers.

The old Renault finally pulled into Glentein's yard.

Georgia, turning off the engine, leaned out the window, looking curiously at the house - an imposing old stone mansion with high turrets, reminiscent of an impregnable fortress. She turned her head in the other direction, to where the lawns stretched like an emerald carpet.

Beyond was a brick wall, and behind it, perhaps, was the park that her brother had been landscaping for six months. She was eager to look at his work, and not because Noah was her brother, but because, according to him, this park was of wondrous beauty.

It was only now that Georgia realized how prestigious this job was for Noah. And now, after he had done it brilliantly, on the recommendation of Lord Glentaine, he was working on another large estate in the north of Scotland.

A brother to be proud of, Georgia thought fondly. All her sacrifices were not in vain.

So, did you find us?

A sudden question interrupted her thoughts, and Georgia saw eyes staring at her, piercing blue in a swarthy, sculpted manly face. She was so stunned by the beauty of this face that she was speechless, and the man, meanwhile, carefully examined her.

Georgia was not accustomed to such a "study" of her person and internally cringed from embarrassment. Before she could answer, he opened the door and stepped aside for her to get out of the car.

Hello ... - She held out her hand and immediately pulled it back, as if burned.

So silly! It's a polite gesture, not an intimate touch.

And he continued to look at her, and Georgia lamented in her heart that the cream linen dress had wrinkled on the way.

Have you arrived well? - followed by a question, in the intonation of which Georgia caught some kind of tension, and she became even more uncomfortable.

Yes thank you. You have given very precise instructions.

Great.

I believe you are the lord.

Yes. And you Georgia... Noah's sister.

How can I call you? Georgia inquired matter-of-factly.

I will be glad if you begin to call me Cyrus, as your brother called me. By the way ... you are completely different from him.

Yes, they usually notice it.

Too bad I'm so predictable.

Cyrus was a little surprised that their brief handshake got him excited. Now he couldn't take his eyes off her face. She did not look like her brother at all - the blue-eyed blond. And for some reason that made him happy.

It was impossible not to admire her brilliant greenish-golden eyes, her face with gently outlined cheekbones and smiling mouth. She seemed to him unusually beautiful.

But… we must stop. He is interested in her professional quality and not beauty. He hired her because Noah assured him that if he was looking for a top-notch secretary, he couldn't find a better sister. She was just finishing up her temp job at the agency in the City and would therefore be able to come to Glentaine right away.

Cyrus was in dire need of an experienced assistant, as his secretary Valerie fell down the stairs and broke her leg.

The huge estate inherited from Brother Robert was busy, and the next few days would show if Noah Cameron exaggerated his sister's abilities.

I suppose you would like to go to your room and take a shower?

If you don't mind, I need to do something else first.

What exactly?

Walk Hamish. The poor fellow had been locked up in such a small car for too long. To be honest, I also want to stretch. Do not you mind? We are short.

Of course. How did I not think of this before?

Cyrus walked around the dusty car and pulled the door on the opposite side of the driver's seat.

Labrador Hamish immediately jumped out and happily wagged his tail, looking at Cyrus.

Oh my God! He liked you! He's not like that with everyone ... probably felt your favor, - Georgia said with a smile.

And Cyrus did not know what to do: either to give in to the desire to pet the dog, or to behave officially. He decided to show restraint.

It suddenly occurred to him: was it worth hiring such a charming woman? It is better to refrain from friendly gestures if possible. Their relationship is strictly business, and if she does not suit him, then he will refuse her without any remorse. And she will not wait for indulgence from him.

That he was pleased with her brother meant nothing. James Strahan certainly wouldn't take that into account. It was hard to find a less compassionate and sentimental person than my father. And although he softened a little towards the end of his life, he did not become another, and his attempts to improve relations with his youngest son were belated - however, as with his eldest, Robbie, Cyrus recalled bitterly.

I wouldn't jump to conclusions,” he said to Georgia, and shoved his hands into the pockets of his summer cotton trousers, indicating that he was not going to pay special attention to the animal. It's enough that he let her bring her dog. - The dog is just happy to be released. You can walk him everywhere, but make sure that he does not run around the flower beds. Are your things in the trunk? All the servants are busy, so I'll take them to your room myself. She is on the third floor. I'll leave the door open there so you don't get lost. Dinner at eight, it is advisable not to be late. Best wishes.

The smile disappeared from Georgia's face, she frowned and muttered:

Thank you.

And it seemed to Cyrus that he deliberately deprived himself of something extraordinarily pleasant.

Last weekend, Tambov residents met music Festival"Songs over Tsna". It is held for the third year in a row. During this time, he became truly popular.
Thousands of spectators. Several hours of live music. Favorite compositions performed by the best vocalists of the country.
- As part of the festival, songs literally sound over Tsna. Even before the start of the gala concert for three and a half hours, the best choirs regions performed popular works sailing along the river channel on pleasure boats.
- I love blue eyes lake, snowy peaks, mountain hats.
The boat promenade-concert is a kind of prologue to the main action. Boats with musicians on board cruised from the bridge of lovers to the Parus beach, for several hours turning the Tsna channel into one big stage.
"Beautiful nature, beautiful people, good mood, the impressions are very good,” said Natalya Semochkina, a participant vocal group"Russian soul".
- Vienna remembers, the Alps and the Danube remember.
The songs of the war years opened a gala concert on Music Square. They were performed by the Rachmaninoff Chamber Choir accompanied by the Tambov Symphony Orchestra. By the way, transcription for everyone famous songs for choir and orchestra was made especially for the festival by composer Alexei Larin.
“I recently wrote to him that we will have a festival, we want to sing it, if instead of string quartet will play Symphony Orchestra string part, is it possible? He says, what will the rest of the orchestra do? I say sit. But that's not good. Of course not good. Well, okay, even though I don’t have much time now, he has an international competition in Prague. But I'll orchestrate for you. So he made it especially for the orchestra, and therefore today there will be such a world premiere at the festival,” said Vladimir Kozlyakov, artistic director Chamber Choir named after S.V.Rakhmaninov.
Also, the Kuban Cossack and Northern Russian came to the festival folk choir, which even the day before participated in another festival thousands of kilometers from Tambov.
- Come to us to the north. Come visit us up north.
The famous Habanera from the opera "Carmen" was performed by the soloist Bolshoi Theater Agunda Kulaeva. It is not the first time she participates in the festival. She admits that she has a lot in common with Tambov.
“In this land, I started my independent career as a vocalist. I sang here for the first time in my life solo concert in two departments, even when the Philharmonic was opened. For me, this place is like a second home, you can say. I come here with great pleasure,” said Agunda Kulaeva, soloist of the State Academic Bolshoi Theater of Russia.
Popular songs of Soviet and Russian composers were performed by the country's best vocalists. The hours-long musical marathon ended only by midnight, however, you can listen to the music of great authors endlessly.

RUSSIA'S SPACE OF THE CENTURY
Music by A. Averkin, lyrics by N. Volkov

In a chamomile white blizzard
Meadows fled from the wind.
Rockets looked at the river,
Where the haze of fog lay down.

Chorus: Look left, right -
Russia's age-old space!
As if oak forests stand guard,
Countries guarding peace!

The curly river frolics,
And you can hear her talking.
And somewhere there was a porch -
Father's hometown!
Chorus.

I walk in the free space
I look into the endless distance.
I will not hide my filial love.
For the Motherland, life is not a pity!
Chorus.

I LOVE RUSSIAN SPACES
Music by V. Levashov, lyrics by V. Kharitonov

I love lake blue eyes
Snowy peaks, mountain hats
And the waters are clear, melted under the sun.
I love bright scarlet sunrises.

Chorus: I love the distant expanses of Russians,
The fields are wide, the paths are narrow,
I love the distant expanses of Russians.

Over the sea I saw a distant side,
With you, Motherland, I was waiting for a date,
Goodbye fast and inseparable.
There was nothing better in my heart.
Chorus.

And songs ringing over the rifts,
Where the young years passed as soldiers.
We breathe easily, we dream lightly,
Seen far away and everything comes true.

LOYALTY
Music by V. Litvinov, lyrics by L. Tatyanicheva

In a quiet park
Near the new school
He stands - an immortal private,
Slender and military-stern,
With bare blond head.

The sun is walking over high rye.
Clouds are slightly moving rafts,
Girls bring from the Volga region
And they put flowers at his feet.

He looks at his peers, waiting
Dear, that dreams for so many years.
On a hot afternoon
gray-haired woman
Red poppies brought a bouquet.

I measured the whole country without a small -
To see a dear friend.
And sits, mourning, at the pedestal
Sweetheart, not recognized by him.

VILLAGE NATIVE
Music by B. Kiselev, lyrics by Y. Lednev

You can't forget your native village
By the river with a dilapidated windmill,
With a barley field, stepfather's shelter,
With uneven dusty highway.

You can't forget how we walked
With a ticket to new cities.
Native villages helped
Work and study with us.

The village is harsh in its own way,
But we are old friends.
I never got home
You can't forget, you can't forget.

ACCEPT, COUNTRY, OUR KUBAN BREAD!
Music by V. Zakharchenko, lyrics by S. Khokhlov

Oh yes, Krasnodar Territory,
Oh, yes, he is rich.
Oh, yes, along the steppe a river,
Oh, yes, it runs from the steep mountains.

Oh, yes, no matter what,
Oh, yes, crowned with glory.
mother earth is a nurse,
Oh, yes, our eternal.

Oh, yes, you are a dashing Cossack,
Oh, yes, Kochubeev's son,
Oh yes in anniversary year,
Oh, yes, the big mowed bread.

Oh yeah surprised the whole world,
Oh, yes, raised the steppe to the sun,
Oh, yes, take it, country,
Oh, yes, our Kuban bread.

ABOUT OUR TRACTOR
Music by L. Dmitriev, lyrics by V. Kuznetsov and V. Semernin

Tractors hummed in the morning
Fields of dust opened up.
What a mess
Our tractor driver
Golden hands - first class!

It can be seen that the guy is not up to sleep now:
The beauty-spring called him!
He - Hero of Labor,
Always young

As the native land is young
Our whole village is proud of him,
The sun is walking in the sky fun!
And the earth hums
And the fields rustle
They are waiting for the steppe ship!

RUSSIAN SOUVENIR
Music by V. Sigalov, lyrics by A. Osmushkin

Wave spoons knows the whole world.
Our spoons are now a Russian souvenir.
Our spoons are now a Russian souvenir,
Decoration of many apartments.

Chorus: Khokhloma, Pskov.
Tula, Rostov,
Vyatka, Smolensk
Rustic spoons.
bright, colorful,
round, lobed,
Good, patterned
Selected spoons!

We will meet friends with bread and salt,
Painted spoons - according to the number of guests.
Painted spoons - according to the number of guests,
You taste delicious Russian cabbage soup!
Chorus.

And the concerts of our spoons
It makes people happy and proud.
Cause joy, pride in people
Golden trills of spoons.
Chorus.

We say thanks to the spoon
Let's repeat this song again.
Let's repeat this song again
We will give glory to the Russian spoon.

FLOODED THE VOLGA STEEP BEREZHKA
Drawstring. Arranged by V. Tsaregorodtsev

Oh, the Volga flooded steep banks,
Yes, oh, flooded, but cherished, yes, oh, whether.

From Valdai to the Zhiguli you bow,
Volga-mother is wide, yes, oh, whether.

Oh, many old songs were sung about you,
About you, about Russian land,
And now we sing new songs,
We glorify your work and deeds.
Not a mighty eagle flew over you,
Not a mighty eagle saw far.
Wise Lenin, Ilyich saw far,
He defended free will for us.
We glorify the Motherland bright,
We glorify Lenin's party,
We glorify the wide Volga.
Glory! Glory! Glory!

THERE, FAR ABOVE THE RIVER
Words by N. Kool, arranged by A. Shirokov

There, far beyond the river, the lights flashed,
In the clear sky the dawn burned down;
One hundred young fighters from the Budyonnovsk troops
I galloped into the fields for reconnaissance.

They rode for a long time in the silence of the night
On the wide Ukrainian steppe.
Suddenly bayonets flashed in the distance by the river -
These are White Guard chains.

And without fear, the detachment rode against the enemy,
A bloody battle ensued.
And the young fighter suddenly drooped his head -
Komsomol heart broken.

He fell near the feet of the warhorse
And closed his hazel eyes:
- You, black horse, tell the road,
That I honestly died for the workers.

There, far beyond the river, the lights have already gone out,
In the clear sky the dawn flared up.
A hundred young soldiers in the camp of Budyonnovsk troops
Returned from reconnaissance.

YOU ARE WIDE, THE STEPPE
Arranged by A. Tsibizov
(text in the collection)

OH KIDS, GET UP!
Labor choruses. Arranged by V. Baranov
(text in the collection)

FOG IN THE FIELD
Arranged by A. Boldyrev
(text in the collection)

DON'T WAKE ME YOUNG
Plyasovaya. Recorded by A. Kvasov

Don't wake me up young
Early, early in the morning
Then you wake me up
When the sun comes up.

Yes, when the clear peeps through
The morning dew will bind,
The shepherd will go out into the meadow,
Will play the horn.

Yes, the shepherd plays well
Sentences:
- Get rid of the cattle
To a wide valley

Dy drove out into the meadow,
They got into a circle.
One girl is happy
I went to dance in a round dance.

She dances waving,
The shepherdess beckons.
Here, here, shepherd boy,
Here, little friend.

The shepherd danced for an hour,
Lost the cow.
He danced another -
Lost three or four.
He danced three
Yes, he lost the whole herd.

Don't wake me up young
Early, early in the morning
Then you wake me up
When the sun comes up.

HAVE FUN ALL OUR FRIENDS
Drawstring.

have fun
All our girlfriends
Spring is here, Spring is here
Will it come soon?

Oh, spring is coming
Oh, let the red one come
will hit
Frequent light rain.

Here is a fine rain
Will drive snowballs from the mountains,
Oh, yes, it will drive away the snow, drive it away,
After all, it drives away the frost.

Eh, it's cold.
Blossom in the field
In the field, the flowers are all rakites.
All willow and bushes.

SPRING RED
Spring, round dance. Entry by E. Zasimova
(text in the collection)

OI, SOMEONE'S HORSE
Wedding. Recorded by A. Rudneva
(text in the collection)

WE WALKED UNTIL DUSK
Round dance. Recorded by V. Tsaregorodtsev

Oh, we walked until dusk
Oh, the day of manneeks appeared,
Mannek day, shorty,
We walked in the woods, yes.
Oh, mannek day, shorty,
Oh, we were walking in the woods.
We walked in the woods
They had fun in the meadows.
Oh, we were walking in the woods.
Oh, they had fun in the meadows.
For fun, flowers were plucked
And wreaths curled.
Oh, they decorated themselves,
Oh, too late to go home.
To rest under a bush sat down,
They sang the song themselves.
Oh, they sat down to rest under a bush.
Oh, they sang a song.
They sang the song themselves.
They ordered the nightingale to whistle.
Oh, they themselves sang a song,
Oh, they ordered the nightingale to whistle: -
Nightingale, piss,
Young, piss off.

NOT EVENING LATE
Lyrical. Entry by E. Zasimova

It's not late in the evening, well done, well,
Oh yes, all night long And he did not sleep.
And he did not sleep

Yes, I didn’t sleep, I didn’t sleep the night,
Oh yes, Russians kudertsy
And he scratched.

And he scratched
Yes, combed the curls,
Oh yes, pooh hat
And he put it on.
And he put it on.

Yes, wearing a hat, well,
Oh yeah, down the street
And he passed.
And he passed

Yes, along the street, well,
Oh yes, darling
And he did come.
And he went in

Yes, I went to the lady, well,
Oh yes, on the wing
And he stood.

And he stood.
Oh yes, on the porch, well,
Oh yes, belly-heart
Yes, he pissed off.

And he didn't piss off
Yes, the belly-heart blew, well,
Oh yes, motherfucker
And he woke up.

And he woke up:
Wake up, wake up, girl
Oh yeah, wake up, wake up, darling,
You are my love.

You are my love
Yes, you listen, girl, well,
oh yeah something people
They talk about us.

They talk about us
Yes, they want to separate us from you.
Oh yes, don't believe me, my dear,
Ali you are mine.

my darling,
Yes, they want me, well done, well,
Oh yes, darling
Yes, they want to catch.
Yes, they want to catch
Oh, they want to catch, well,
Oh yes, iron

They want to shackle.
They want to shackle
Russ cut curls, well,
Oh yes, soldiers
Yes, they want to give.

I love Russian spaces
Music by V. Levashov. Words by V. Kharitonov

I love blue
lake eyes,
Snowy peaks -
mountain hats,
And the waters are clear
melted under the sun,
I love light
Scarlet sunrises.

Chorus: I love distant
Russian expanses,
The fields are wide
The paths are narrow
The fields are wide
The paths are narrow
I love distant
Russian spaces!

Over the sea I saw
far side,
With you, Motherland,
Waiting for a goodbye
Goodbye soon
And inseparable -
There was no heart
Wish for the best!
Chorus.

And the songs are slender
over the rifts,
Where are the young years
Soldiers passed.
It's easy for us to breathe
Lightly dreaming
Seeing far away
And everything comes true.
Chorus.

Novgorod mountain ash
Music by V. Nikitin. Words by V. Semernin

There are plane trees on the planet
There is an acacia and a rose,
There is an acacia and a rose,
Slender poplar and birch.

I do love son's love,
I love everything in the world,
I love everything in the world
Novgorod rowan!

Chorus: Oh you, epic Novgorod,
Miracle city Novograd!
inextinguishable mountain ash,
Good autumn rubies,
They burn in your wind.

Burned by fate-bad luck,
How the enemies came to the Volga,
How the enemies came to the Volga
Yes, to our dear Volkhov.
But she was with us everywhere
Novgorod rowan,
Novgorod rowan,
Like an unfurled banner.
Chorus.

I've been through fights and thunderstorms
I saw different countries
I saw different countries
But I won't stop loving
Russian heart will not leave
Our northern rose
Our northern rose
Novgorod rowan!
Chorus.

Valdai, my Valdai
Music by A. Titov. Words by I. Dremov

In Valdai, in Valdai
Good sunsets and sunrises.
And the land there is forever young,
Everyone is greeted with kindness and greetings.

Chorus: Valdai, you are my Valdai,
There is no more beautiful dawn in the world.
Wonderful free land
Beauty, love of Russia!

In the sky, the dawn blazed.
I met one girl.
Since then, you have become dearer to me,
Dear Valdai side!
Chorus.

Do not forget the long paths
That Valdai land, dear to the heart,
What gave Russia the Volga,
And filled me with love.
Chorus.

Gusli Ilmen-sea
Music by V. Grigorenko. Words by V. Semernin

Ilmen-sea blue,
Wide and deep
Rolling ashore with a wave
Voiced gusli Sadko.

Chorus: Sadko's children and grandchildren
Touched the harp easily -
Sounded and sunk
In heart Russian song,
Yes, so deep!

Geese flew into the reeds
And sat down in a row
And your harp sounded
Ilmen-sea, above the water.
Chorus.

Ilmen-sea set,
I put on a wave with a helmet,
Ilmen-sea gave
We have our old chant.
Chorus.

Novgorod dance

What a good summer evening!
Young people gather at dawn,
The girls' half-shawls are blooming,
Our songs are merry.
Eh, good songs we have!
Even better, the Novgorod dance.
Come on, Russian, Seryozha the accordion player,
Our amateur rural artist!

Chorus: Oh, knock-knock,
The circle is tight for the dancers.
Do not take away our youth, you will not take away!
The youth roamed and danced.

A young tractor driver went out into the circle,
How he whistled and stamped his foot,
Yes, he squatted in a circle,
He invited the Komsomol member.
Spoke, spoke, spoke
Yes, I did not receive an answer to love.
And he went and how he scattered the dance, -
Deserved her smile at the same hour.
Chorus.

What a good summer evening!
Youth does not disperse to the light,
Bayans are poured by the river,
Heels speak loudly.
Oh, you are our native fields,
Dear, beloved land!
She stretched out in all directions,
The boundless Soviet country.
Chorus.

blue harp
Music by G. Ponomarenko. Words by V. Semernin

Where, where did you go, geese,
In which region are you looking for shelter?
The blue harp touched the wing -
You sped off, and the psaltery all sing.

Sing about what is far, far away,
In another land where you fly
The human heart also yearns
And waiting for attention and love.

You fly away, geese, fly away;
Bring people happiness and hello,
In the damp fog beyond the Taite River
I will wave my hand to you.

But you come back in the spring, geese,
And in clear skies, in the Russian side
Wing touch the blue harp,
Give me back my love!

Novgorod beauty
Music by A. Averkin. Words by P. Gradov

Ilmen-lake is deep,
The sky is blue in it.
Why are you blue
Novgorod beauty.
Visible even from afar
Why are you blue
Novgorod beauty!

Is the sun shining
Or a blond braid.
Oh, who doesn't know you
Novgorod beauty.
Who doesn't sigh for you
Oh, who doesn't know you
Novgorod beauty!

We stood up to say goodbye
Stayed for three hours -

Novgorod beauty.
Kiss until the morning
Oh, how hard it is to part
Novgorod beauty!

Tell me Ilmen
Music by V. Nikitin. Words by P. Suknov

To the gray Ilmen
I'm in a hurry with questions:
Tell me pure
Deep water,
Who is he on the boat with?
On a self-propelled
June evening
Sailed here?

bewitched me
great hope,
Yes, soon I forgot those words easily.
You tell him
Like in the years before
Loved Lyubavushka
Guslyar Sadko.

Let girlish happiness
covered with clouds,
Them from the blue sky
You call back.
Let my unfaithful friend
understand, learn
boundless loyalty,
Great love.

Sundress.
Music by V. Demidov. Words by I. Savinova

Sew me, mother, a sundress made of canvas,
I will embroider it with raspberry silk.
Something draws to itself for a reason
Antiquity with epic beauty.

Why, I can't figure it out
Love the rooster flame pattern?
Sing me an old song, mother,
As the stars burn in the sky fiery.

How many of them for my Russia
Looks at night with motionless eyes.
Sing to me, mother, I'll sing to you -
We are not offended by voices!

Somewhere in the burning depths of the blood
I keep by inheritance from great-grandfathers
The unspeakable power of love
To my righteous Novgorod land.

Busts
Music by V. Nikitin. Words by P. Suknov

A clear moon illuminated the earth.
The accordion is not alone in the village.
Busts, busts
Past our window.

My dear is walking, playing, in front,
They say: "Dine quickly and come out!"
Breaks, breaks -
The heart jumps in the chest.

Carried me down the street to the river
Shoes with high heels.
Busts, busts,
What is a girl to do?

Over the river, sonorous chants fly,
I'm prettier than all my girl friends.
Busts, busts
They tell me about love!

Yarynya River
Music by A. Khomyakov. Words by V. Sokolov

Ducks swam all summer
The ducks brought out the ducklings.
By spring to place it
The ducks will fly again.

Chorus: The Yarynya river freezes,
In the middle is a polynya.

Anglers love the river
love girls her,—
On maple beams
Rinse bear laundry.
Chorus.

Wouldn't you go to the river
Rinse towels:
Slip, dip—
Not to be found until spring.
Chorus.

Don't go to the river
To catch perch fish:
You will freeze on ice, -
Who will I love?
Chorus.

Oh, and afraid to meet
On river dangerous ice.
Completely safe
We'll meet on the bridge!
Chorus.

Volkhov
Music by A. Khomyakov. Words by V. Sokolov

On a high steep bank
I can't wait for you.
Volkhov sleeps, and green fire
The spring garden is reflected in it.

Come, come, come

I am bird cherry white Narva,
I will call you princess
I'll call you Volkhova
A gentle voice listening to yours.

Volkhov, Volkhov, Volkhov,
Dear words for you.

I won't find such words for another
Only with you my heart is at peace.
For you white night space,
For you ringing strings too much.

Come, come, come
Wake up the Volkhov with your song.

Ivan da Marya
Music by N. Polikarpov. Words by V. Semernin

Above the village is quiet
Geese flew by
Oh, the sun was rising
Flooded gardens.
And grew up in the village
Vanya and Marusya
And also Ivan da Marya,
Yellow flowers.

Oh, over all Russia
The day is filled with sadness.
Oh, they hang in the clear sky
Black crosses.
Seeing off Vanya
Marusya girl,
And also Ivan da Marya,
Yellow flowers.

Evil Enemy Bullet
Tracked down Vanya.
Oh, the sky shook
Falling into the bushes
stained with blood
white dandelion,
And also Ivan da Marya,
Yellow flowers.

In the native land in the spring
The geese are back.
Oh, really, Vanya,
Won't you come back?
Where the tears fell
Marousi girls,
Ivan da Marya bloom there,
Yellow flowers.

Volkhovyanochka
Music by P. Potapov. Words by N. Gleizarov

Like the warm tenderness of spring branches,
You come, love is not melting,
You warm me with your smile
Volkhovyanochka is my joy.

Clouds in blue and golden sunrise:
The whole earth is your needlework!
How glad I am that I met you in the spring,
Volkhovyanochka is my happiness.

You are strong at work pure in soul,
You glorify your native land with a song.
You are my support, you are love and a dream,
Volkhovyanochka is my song.

What's wrong with you White birch?
Music by Yu. Guryev. Words by V. Semernin
(text in the collection)

towards the stars
Music by A. Novikov. Words by V. Kharitonov

Our girls are back from work.
And look at the moon with curiosity:
Someone will return again from the flight,
Someone will probably enter the silence.

Chorus: A window is open towards the stars,
And the clock held its breath.
Somewhere plays, plays an accordion,
Somewhere sigh, bass sigh.

A birch whispered something to someone,
A star blinked for a long time,
And became prose poetry,
And the trains were coming back!
Chorus,

The joy of meeting the river choked,
Lips said, "Please believe."
Happiness must have touched the heart
So it's impossible to take away now!
Chorus.

Oh, balalaika!
Music by V. Temnov. Words by P. Chernyaev

Twilight was gathering over the river,
The fogs dropped low.
As always, on the old bench
I played the balalaika.

Your strings are nightingales!
Oh, balalaika, balalaika,
Oh, help in love!

The summer night passed quickly,
The dawn dawn lit up.
The balalaika did not stop—
Vanechka listened to me all night.
Chorus.

I go, I walk with a balalaika,
But I know that Vanechka is somewhere nearby.
shy to approach me
Can't think of three words.
Chorus.

I became a sweet song to him,
Faithful girlfriend, bride.
So we walk - me and Vanechka,
And our balalaika is with us.

Chorus: Oh, balalaika, balalaika,
Your strings are nightingales!
Oh, balalaika, balalaika,
Oh, helped in love.

Five girls - one harmonica
Music by B. Tikhonov. Words by B. Gaikovich and Y. Polukhin

Night from the moonlight basket
Throws stars at random.
Captured one harmonica
Five persistent girls.

We followed the song along the country road
And circled without roads:
From a Siberian village
The boy came to visit.

Since then, they have been talking around:
Like, the virgin land is far,
But someone, not otherwise,
The guy will lure you to Altai.

And when over the trees
Smoke left the steam locomotive -
So the village gasped:
I took five with me!