Songs

Solovej moj, solovejko!
Oh nightingale, my little nightingale!
Ptica malaja, lesnaja!
Little bird, oh woodland bird!
U tebja l', u maloj pticy,
Do you not have, oh little bird,
Nezamennye tri pesni,
Three unchanging songs,
U menja li, u molodca,
Do I not have, brave young lad,
Tri velikije zaboty!
Three great cares!
Kak uzh pervaja zabota --
The first is this –
Rano molodca zhenili;
I was married off too young;
A vtoraja-to zabota --
The second –
Voron kon' moj pritomilsja;
My raven steed has grown weary;
Kak uzh tret'ja-to zabota --
And the third of them –
Krasnu-devicu so mnoju
My fair maid and I
Razluchili zlye ljudi.
Have been separated by evil folk.
Vy kopajte mne mogilu
Dig me a grave for me
Vo pole, pole shirokom,
In the field, in the wide field,
V golovakh mne posadite
At my head, plant
Aly cvetiki-cvetochki,
Scarlet flower, those little flowers,
A v nogakh mne provedite
And at my feet let
Chistu vodu kljuchevuju.
Pure spring water flow.
Projdut mimo krasny devki,
If fair maidens should pass by,
Tak spletut sebe kepochki:
Have them weave garlands for themselves;
Projdut mimo stary ljudi,
If old folk should pass by,
Tak vody sebe zacherpnut.
Have them take a drink of water.