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  • Текст песни TONYA - Щедровка - Good King Wenceslas

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    1.Щедровка
    Молодой Иванушка коня сед(ы)лая

    Припев:
    Щедрый вечер, добрый вечер,
    Добрым людям на здоровье!

    Коня седлая, с двора съезжая
    Припев
    Подъезжает он под наш двор
    Припев
    Шапочку снял, поклонился.
    Припев

    2.Good King Wenceslas.
    Good King Wenceslas looked out, on the Feast of Stephen,
    When the snow lay round about, deep and crisp and even;
    Brightly shone the moon that night, tho' the frost was cruel,
    When a poor man came in sight, gath'ring winter fuel.

    "Hither, page, and stand by me, if thou know'st it, telling,
    Yonder peasant, who is he? Where and what his dwelling?"
    "Sire, he lives a good league hence, underneath the mountain;
    Right against the forest fence, by Saint Agnes' fountain."

    1 schedrovka
    Young Ivanushka horse gray (s) barking

    Chorus:
    Generous evening, good evening,
    Good health to good people!

    Saddle horse, moving out of the yard
    Chorus
    He drives up under our yard
    Chorus
    He took off his cap and bowed.
    Chorus

    2.Good King Wenceslas.
    Good King Wenceslas looked out, on the Feast of Stephen,
    When the snow lay round about, deep and crisp and even;
    Brightly shone the moon that night, tho 'the frost was cruel,
    When a poor man came in sight, gath'ring winter fuel.

    "Hither, page, and stand by me, if thou know'st it, telling,
    Yonder peasant, who is he? Where and what his dwelling? "
    "Sire, he lives a good league hence, underneath the mountain;
    Right against the forest fence, by Saint Agnes' fountain. "

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