...Where did you get that hat, where did you get that tile? Isn't it a nobby one and just the proper style! I should like to have one just the same as that. Whereever I go they'd shout "hello, where did you get that hat?..."
Katyusha
There's so many versions of this much beloved Russian song that I couldn't decide which one was the best. So it was a toss up between...
Taisiya Povaliy
and Larisa Dolina
Расцветали яблони и груши,
Поплыли туманы над рекой.
Выходила, на берег Катюша,
На высокий, на берег крутой.
Выходила, на берег Катюша,
На высокий, на берег крутой.
Выходила, песню заводила
Про степного, сизого орла,
Про того, которого любила,
Про того, чьи письма берегла.
Про того, которого любила,
Про того, чьи письма берегла.
Ой ты, песня, песенка дебичья,
Ты пети за ясным солнцем вслед.
И бойцу на дальнем пограничье
От Катюша передай привет.
И бойцу на дальнем пограничье
От Катюша передай привет.
Пусть он вспомнит девушку простую,
Пусть услышит, как она поет,
Пусть он землю бережет родную,
А любовь Катюша сбережет.
Пусть он землю бережет родную,
А любовь Катюша сбережет.
Rastsvetali yabloni i grushi,
Poplyli tumany nad rekoy.
Vykhodila, na bereg Katyusha,
Na vysokiy na bereg krutoy.
Vykhodila, na bereg Katyusha,
Na vysokiy na bereg krutoy.
Vykhodila, pesnyu zavodila
Pro stepnogo, sizogo opla,
Pro togo, kotorogo lyubila,
Pro togo, ch'i pis'ma beregla.
Pro togo, kotorogo lyubila,
Pro togo, ch'i pis'ma beregla.
Oy ty, pesnya, pesenka debich'ya,
Ty peti, za usnym solntsem vsled.
I boytsu na dal'nem pogranich'e
Ot Katyusha pereday privet.
I boytsu na dal'nem pogranich'e
Ot Katyusha pereday privet.
Pust' on vspomnit debushku prostuyu,
Pust' uslyshit, kak ona poyot,
Pust' on zemlyu berezhyot rodnuyu,
A lyubov' Katyusha sberezhyot.
Pust' on zemlyu berezhyot rodnuyu,
A lyubov' Katyusha sberezhyot.
Pears and apples blossomed on their branches.
River mist was spreading high and wide.
On the steep and lofty bank at morning
Kate came walking by the riverside.
Kate came walking, singing in the morning
Of a brave gray eagle of the steppes,
Of a man she'd come to call beloved
Of a man whose letters she had kept.
"Darling song, song of a loving maiden,
Following the sun fly high and straight
Toward a soldier far out on the border
Bringing greetings from yours truly Kate.
Bid him then recall a simple woman,
Bid him hear her voice in every verse,
Bid him with his life guard mother Russia,
And his Kate shall guard their love with hers."
Pears and apples blossomed on their branches.
River mist was spreading high and wide.
On the steep and lofty bank at morning
Kate came walking by the riverside..
Last edited by V.C. Brunswick; 06-13-2012 at 03:55 PM.
"I'm playing all the right notes but not necessarily in the right order." ...Eric Morecambe, OBE
Only one WW2 vet that I know, has mentioned having a song that sums up the war for him. That was "Roll Out the Barrel" the last song he heard on the radio before the declaration of war was announced. For the rest of his life that song brought back memories of the next 5 years.
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