Православный Дон - Проснется день красы моей - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Will my day crashes,

He is decorated with all of God's light.

I see the sea, the sea, ah and heaven,

But my homeland is not here. 2p.

Ah, but my homeland is not here,

Father's house, we will drink home by Gurth, the grass is torn. 2p.

Ay, grass green tarnish.

The dog, faithful, faithful and he is my whirlpool, challenges at my gate. 3r.

Heart will be charged, it will load the heart.

Not to be in that country in that country. 2r not be me in that country native

In which I was born,

And to be me in that country, someone else,

In which the boy was destined. 3r.

Over the roof of Filin, Filin and he shouted, he ran away in the forests. 2p.

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Transbaikal text:

Father's house spoke, boy, I.

Herb for the grass is touched.

Dog Be-Oh, faithful

Looks in oh, at the gate ...

In the texts of the Don Cossacks and Akatuytsev [Transbaikalsky edge] a great discrepancy, and the melodies are different. In the village of Yaryzhenskaya on Buzuluk:

Will my day crashes,

Decorate white light.

I will see the sea, heaven,

And my homeland is not.

How did the father accompanied me

I could not tear down.

Until I posted

Pouring will be tears Mother ...

In the old days it sang it before the execution of the Cossack officer. I liked the convoirs, and they brought her to the village.

At the heart of the song - a monologue of a group of the poem "Pilgrimage Child Harold."

Will wake up; His beauties

Comforting God's light;

I will see the sea, heaven,

And the homeland is not!

Father's house left;

He tackling her grass;

My dog ​​is true

Poll will be at the gate.

(First translator Bayron I.I. Kozlov, 1825)

Byron ... in Akatuoy. What fate did his poems in the convict? Locals are firmly attributed to the song M.S. Lunina.

In Russian society, Byron was particularly popular in the 20-30s 19 century. The poet went to Greece to fight for freedom, Lunin intended to go to Lat. America to Simona Bolivar ...

Who could the other in Akatuo compose a melody to the poems of the great poet? Only Lunin, gifted musician.

Lunin knew that he would not see his homeland. Like Bayron, who left the shores of their debris.

From "Onegin":

Here Lunin sucks

Your decisive measures ...

A. Duma, Saint-Simon, P. Vyazemsky, Herzen wrote about him. They were interested in Tolstoy and Dostoevsky.

One of the few Decembrists at the Katorga continued struggle, the political pamphlets sent the sister to the sister to spread. One of the manuscripts came to Nicholas I, and the fate of Lunina was solved: he was secretly killed.

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How many associations cause a song now: here and the first wave of emigration (in Russian Constantinople or Russian Shanghai Sea there is, but no homeland) and abandoned villages (father's house, house

House we offer all Gurt

Green grass tarnish - and after all, the word house is repeated three times - important for our culture, it is not just a wooden hut)

And this sweet joy and arguing sounding "faithful, faithful" and tenderness in "Oh, you are my animals" (one of these dialectful animals you can get enough minutes away) and in contrast - the faithful, diminutive-cavering, but an abandoned "closer at my gate" .

Well, the last stanza is again about immigrants, and for the Cossacks can still remind the fate of Nekrasovtsev for 300 years left from their native places to Turkey, where the "sea", and "the Motherland is not there."