Oh, at this evening, at this evening, I was sleeping so small time, I was sleeping so small time, Oh, and I saw in my dreams... I saw in my dreams, That my horse (black as crow) Was like crazy Under my saddle. Oh, evil wings came From the east side Oh, and disrupted black cap From my head. But my esaul* was clever He understood and explained my dream “Oh, you will lose”-He said You will lose your head” Oh, at this evening, at this evening, I was sleeping so small time, I was sleeping so small time, Oh, and I saw in my dreams... Ah, it is not yet evening, but I have taken an tiny little nap, and a dream came to me; In the dream that came to me, it was as if my raven-black horse was playing about, dancing about, beneath the bold, brave youth. Ah, and there wild winds came flying out of the east, and they ripped the black cap from that wild head of mine. Ah, the sounding bow was ripped off the mighty shoulder, ah, the tempered arrows were scattered on damp mother earth, Ah, who will be there for me, that he would interpret this dream? Ah, the esaul was a clever one, the esaul unravelled all of that dream: Stepan, our dear, Timofeyevich, you whom they call Razin, off of your head fell the black cap: off will come that wild head of yours. Ripped away, alas, was the sounding bow: for me, the esaul, there will be a hanging. Ah, scattered were the tempered arrows: our Cossacks, alas, they will all turn to flight. youtube/watch?v=cGOnoPIrK3M
Posted on: Fri, 26 Sep 2014 15:00:48 +0000
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