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Alexandrov Ensemble
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The Legend of Twelve Robbers
Odnozvuchno gremit kolokol'chik Oh, how lonely the coach bell is ringing,
Odnozvuchno gremit kolokol'chik, Oh, how lonely the coach bell is ringing,
I doroga pylitsja slegka, And the dust from the road fills the air.
I unylo po rovnomu polju And the coachman's sorrowful singing
Razlivaetsja pesn' jamshhika. Floats across the wild fields in despair.
Stol'ko grusti v toj pesne unyloj, That sad song overflows with such feeling,
Stol'ko grusti v napeve rodnom, So much grief can be heard in that strain,
Chto v dushe moej hladnoj, ostyloj That my cold heart, long hardened and weary
Razgorelosja serdce ognem. In my bosom was kindled again. Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
I pripomnil ja nochi inye I recalled other nights, other wand'rings,
I rodnye polja, i lesa, And the fields and the forests so dear,
I na ochi, davno uzh suhie, And my eyes, which so long have been arid,
Nabezhala, kak iskra, sleza. Became moistened like jewels with a tear.
Odnozvuchno gremit kolokol'chik, Oh, how lonely the coach bell is ringing,
I doroga pylitsja slegka. As it swings in the night to and fro.
I zamolk moj jamshhik, a doroga And my coachman has now fallen silent,
Predo mnoj daleka, daleka... And I still have a long way to go.
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