олег погудин.
концерт 1998 года .
с- петербург

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Программа "Городской романс"

Запись с сольного концерта "Военная песня". 2006 г. Музыка В. Соловьёв-Седой, слова А. Фатьянов.

Oleg Pogudin - Cossack Lullaby.
Lyrics, paintings and drawings - M.Lermontov.
Олег Погудин - Казачья колыбельная песня.
Слова, картины, акварели и рисунки
М. Ю. Лермонтова.

Translation into English and French:

A cossack lullaby
Sleep, my darling, sleep, my baby,
Close your eyes and sleep.
Darkness comes; into your cradle
Moonbeams shyly peep.
Many pretty songs I'll sing you
And a lullaby.
Pleasant dreams the night will bring you....
Sleep, dear, rock-a-bye.

Muddy waters churn in anger,
Loud the Terek roars,
And a Chechen with a dagger
Leaps onto the shore.
Steeled your father is in gory
Battle.... You and I,
Little one, we need not worry... .
Sleep, dear, rock-a-bye.

There will come a day when boldly,
Like your dad, my son,
You will mount your horse and shoulder,
Proud, a Cossack gun.
With bright silks your saddle for you
I will sew.... There lie
Roads as yet untrod before you....
Sleep, dear, rock-a-bye.

You'll grow up to be a fearless
Cossack, and a true.
Off you'll ride, and I'll stand tearless,
Looking after you.
But when you are gone from sight, son,
Bitterly I'll cry....
May the dreams you dream be light, son;
Sleep, dear, rock-a-bye.

Thoughts of you when we are parted
All my days will fill.
In the nighttime, anxious-hearted,
Pray for you I will.
I'll be thinking that you're lonely,
That for home you sigh....
Sleep, my son, my one and only,
Sleep, dear, rock-a-bye.

I will see you to the turning,
And you'll ride away.
With my icon you will journey
And before it pray.
Let your thoughts in time of danger
To your mother fly.
Close your eyes and sleep, my angel,
Sleep, dear, rock-a-bye. *****

Berceuse cosaque

Dors, mon b?b?, mon joli
Dodo, fais dodo!
La lune regarde sans bruit
Dans ton berceau
Je te dirai des contes de f?e
Et te chanterai de petites chansons
Mais tu dois dormir, tes petits yeux ferm?s,
Dodo, fais dodo.

Le temps viendra, alors tu conna?tras la vie de guerrier,
Tu mettras hardiment le pied ? l'?trier
Et prendras le fusil
La couverture de selle pour ton cheval de bataille
Je la coudrai en soie pour toi
Dors maintenant, mon cher petit,
Dodo, fais dodo.

Tu ressembleras ? un h?ros
Et seras un Cosaque dans l'?me
Je me h?terai de t'accompagner
Tu me diras adieu de la main.
Combien d'am?res larmes silencieuses
Je verserai cette nuit-l? !
Dors, mon ange, calmement, doucement
Dodo, fais dodo !

Je mourrai de langueur
J'attendrai inconsolable
Je prierai toute la journ?e
Et la nuit, je ferai de la divination
Je penserai que tu as des ennuis
Au loin, en terre ?trang?re.
Dors maintenant, tant que tu ne connais pas les peines
Dodo, fais dodo.

Je te donnerai une petite ic?ne sainte
Pour ton chemin
Et quand tu prieras Dieu,
Tu la mettras bien devant toi.
Quand tu te pr?pareras pour un dangereux combat
Je te prie de te rappeler ta m?re
Dors, mon b?b?, mon joli
Dodo, fais dodo.

Олег Погудин 2000 год. Петербург
Муз., сл. иер..Романа Матюшина