Квартет Ковалівка - Під білов березов

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Дуже дякую за таку зворушливо пісню, за гарне виконання

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Які ж молодці! Голоси прекрасні, яка красива і складна мелодія!

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Гарно

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In a forest so dark beneath a white birch tree, A nightingale was singing a song, A young Striletz was killed and he had lain there, ) And no one his body did hide. )2x He lay dead for three days and yet three nights Until his body was blackened. They cut down a Kalyna, and wove him a coffin, And that evening they had buried him. When they had buried him, no trumpet was then played, But a nightingale did sing a song As the stars above had shone in his brown eyes, And he to his family said goodbye. Farewell, my old father, and you, my old mother, And you, my dearest, farewell, For I will never return again to my home there, For I will never return again to my native land And my house in a dark grove there, All around it grows the silken grass . Probably my family at home don't know, That am no longer in this world Only the one nightingale knows That sang such a sweet song My blood did run down my gray coat, And a raven had pecked at my eyes.

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