Alexandrov Ensemble the legend of twelve robbers

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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.
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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