Singing songs
![](/assets/components/phpthumbof/cache/jason-rosewell-ASKeuOZqhYU-unsplash.369a16c7640805c07194ac9b908b83da138.jpg)
Singing songs
Recently I noticed that people of different ages often choose the same songs to sing in the company. There are a lot of good songs, but there are some special, soulful songs, as they say, for all time. And when the time comes, they are the ones who are remembered.))
The song unites the company and fills the meeting time with special meaning and energy. And it doesn't matter who sings or how. The voice, of course, matters, but the best singer in the company is not the one who knows the words better, or the one with better hearing, but the one who sings more SOULFULLY)). I'm sure that's the most important thing!
I hope that our selection of songs will help you have a little fun)). Yes, and if you have any more songs that you think you need to add, send them, we will definitely add them.
I wish you a pleasant evening with friends!))
Due to the large volume of lyrics, I attach links to my favorite songs with words, chords and an example of the song, and you add links to your favorite songs, okay?)
Yes, and, in fact, there are many more wonderful songs, but these are the ones I really like to sing, both with and without a guitar))
"How great" by O. Mityaev – after this SONG you realize that the team has rallied and you can already continue to sing some other songs, depending on the mood)
The bend of the yellow guitar you hug gently,
The string will pierce the taut height with a fragment of echo,
The dome of the sky will swing big and starry-snowy,
It's great that we're all here today.
The dome of the sky will swing big and starry-snowy,
It's great that we're all here today.
Like a reflection from the sunset, the bonfire is dancing between the pines,
Are you sad, tramp, come on, smile.
And someone very close to you will quietly say -
It's great that we're all here today.
And someone very close to you will quietly say -
It's great that we're all here today.
And yet, with a sore throat, we will remember those today,
Whose names are like wounds on the heart,
We will fill every breath with their dreams and songs,
It's great that we're all here today.
We will fill every breath with their dreams and songs,
It's great that we're all here today.
"My dear" Yu.Vizbora is a magical, mesmerizing song about LOVE
Alas, all our meetings are destined to be separated
The stream by the amber pine is quiet and sad
The embers of the fire were covered with timid ashes
That's all over, it's time to part
My dear, the forest sun
Where, in what parts will you meet me?
The wings folded the tents - their flight is over
The separation seeker spread his wings - an airplane
And the ladder is slowly backing away from the wing
Indeed, there is a gap between us
My dear, the forest sun
Where, in what parts will we meet with you?
Do not comfort me - I do not need words
I'd like to find that stream by the amber pine
Suddenly, through the fog, a piece of fire turns red there
Suddenly, they are waiting by the fire, imagine me
My dear, the forest sun
Where, in which parts will we meet with you?
"Remember, guys" by V. Berkovsky is a song about our history that we all need to honor and remember
And when the death thunder struck over them, fate wrote something else for us
To us, the unwritten, to us, the unwritten host of the surrounding quarter
The snowstorms have left a trail, all the calendars have flown
The years of our lives have flown by like trains, how long have we been orphaned!
Remember, guys, remember, guys
Is it possible to put it into words
How they stood at the military enlistment office
With their heads shaved forever!
Let's remember them today - all of them, who paved a terrible road
Soon, apart from us, there will be no one who heard the first alarm with them.
And when the death thunder crashed over them, the pipes of the district orchestra
We swallowed the sounds of joy and anguish, so that at least the music would be resurrected!
Remember, guys, remember, guys
That's just what we've seen
How they walked at the military enlistment office
With their heads shaved forever!
And when the death thunder crashed over them
Pipes of the district orchestra
We swallowed the sounds
Rage and anguish
So that at least the music could be resurrected
Remember, guys
Remember, guys
That's just what we've seen
How they walked
From the military enlistment office
With their heads shaved forever
"On the Far Amazon" by V. Berkovsky is a wonderful comic song
On the distant Amazon
I've never been there
They never go there
Foreign vessels
Only "Don" and "Magdalene"
High-speed vessels
Only "Don" and "Magdalene"
Go there by sea
From Liverpool Harbour
Always on Thursdays
The ships are sailing
To distant shores
They are sailing to Brazil
Brazil, Brazil
And I want to go to Brazil
To distant shores!
Only "Don" and "Magdalene"
Only "Don" and "Magdalene"
Only "Don" and "Magdalene"
Go by sea there!
You will never find
There are Long-tailed Jaguars in our northern forests
Armadillo turtles
But in sunny Brazil
Brazil is mine
Such abundance
Unseen beasts!
From Liverpool Harbor
Always on Thursdays
The ships are sailing
To distant shores
They are sailing to Brazil
Brazil, Brazil
And I want to go to Brazil
To distant shores!
Only "Don" and "Magdalene"
Only "Don" and "Magdalene"
Only "Don" and "Magdalene"
Go by sea there!
But in sunny Brazil
Brazil is mine
Such abundance
Unprecedented beasts!
Will I see Brazil
Brazil, Brazil
Will I see Brazil
Until my old age?
From Liverpool Harbor
Always on Thursdays
The ships are sailing
To distant shores
They are sailing to Brazil
Brazil, Brazil
And I want to go to Brazil
To distant shores!
Only "Don" and "Magdalene"
Only "Don" and "Magdalene"
Only "Don" and "Magdalene"
Go by sea there!
Only "Don" and "Magdalene"
Only "Don" and "Magdalene"
Only "Don" and "Magdalene"
Go there by sea!
"Grenada" by V.Berkovsky is also a wonderful theme on military topics
We rode at a walk,
We raced in battles,
And the "Bullseye" song
They held it in their teeth.
Oh, that song
It still keeps
The grass is young -
Steppe malachite.
But the song is different
About a distant land
My friend drove it
With him in the saddle.
He sang, looking around
Native lands:
"Grenada, Grenada,
Grenada is mine!"
He sang this song
He repeated it by heart...
where did the lad get it from
Spanish sadness?
Answer me, Alexandrovsk,
And, Kharkov, answer:
Have you been speaking Spanish for a long time
Have you started singing?
Tell me, Ukraine,
Isn't it in this rye
Taras Shevchenko
Is the daddy lying?
How come, buddy,
Your song:
"Grenada, Grenada,
Grenada is mine"?
He hesitates with an answer,
a Dreamer-Ukrainian:
- Little brother!
I found Grenada in the book.
Beautiful name,
High honor -
Grenada Parish
There is in Spain!
I left the hut,
Went to war,
To land in Grenada
Give it to the peasants.
Goodbye, dear ones,
Goodbye, friends -
"Grenada, Grenada,
Grenada is mine!"
We raced, dreaming
To comprehend as soon as possible
The grammar of combat is
the language of batteries.
The sunrise was rising
And he fell again,
And the horse was tired
To ride the steppes.
But "Bullseye" is a song
The squadron was playing
The bows of suffering
On the violins of the times...
where is it, buddy,
Your song:
"Grenada, Grenada,
Grenada is mine"?
A punctured body
It 's slipped to the ground,
Comrade for the first time
I left the saddle.
I saw: above the corpse
The moon has bent,
And dead lips
They whispered "Gren..."
Yes. To the far region,
Into the cloudless reach
My friend left
And he took the song away.
Haven't heard from you since
Native lands:
"Grenada, Grenada,
Grenada is mine!"
The squad did not notice
Loss of a fighter,
And the "Bullseye" song
I finished to the end.
Only the sky is quiet
It slipped after a while
On the velvet of the sunset
A tear of rain...
New songs
I came up with a life...
don't, guys,
About the song to grieve.
Don't, don't,
Don't, friends...
Grenada, Grenada,
Grenada is mine!
"The song about the dog Tyaba" by V. Berkovsky is very funny and perky
Oh, the sweet moment when the old man
He'll wind the scarf up to his nose
And he will say to the dog: "Come on, dog, let's go to the courtyard!"
And there's a snowball in the yard
And he will say to the dog: "Hello, my friend!"
A gentle janitor, Uncle Kostya is an alcoholic
Uncle Kostya of the left has no income
But there is a tank for food waste
But Uncle has Bones in this tank.
There are always bones for the dog
I can't tell you
How many marks are there in the snow
Every dog can understand them
He lifted his paw over this one
A boxer named Admiral
And here was Pinscher, a small-time coxcomb and a bully
We're friends with the slobbery Admiral.
He was and remains a kind fellow
And the pinscher was chased and chased
For the fact that he, the scoundrel, is insane
Alas, there are times
When she 's loud and ugly
The evil janitor Klava comes out into the yard
She doesn't like the old man.
She screams from afar
What does she have on the old man, they say, there is a justice
We don't care about a stupid woman
But Vasya, the precinct officer, walks to her
And Vasya, along with her, does not approve
When the dog fertilizes the grass
How good, oh my God
Go home with the old man
Having left the courtyard, where you are like a thief and malice rules
The old man is closer to the light
And the dog is closer to the old man
And both of us are sitting and rejoicing both
The old man will make himself a black coffee
To cope with the problem of the world
And the dog himself without any philosophies
He 'll fall on his paws with his head
And the dog himself without any philosophies
He 'll fall on his paws with his head
"Alexandra" is a slightly sad and romantic song about the capital of our Homeland
It didn't work out right away
Moscow was not built immediately
Moscow did not believe in tears
But I believed in love
It is covered with snow
I'm mesmerized by the foliage
Will find warmth for a passerby
And the tree is the land
Alexandra, Alexandra
This city is ours with you
We became his destiny
You look at his face
Whatever happened in the beginning
He will satisfy all sorrows
So it became an engagement
We need a Garden Ring
So it became an engagement
We need a Garden Ring
Moscow did not hide its worries
Moscow has seen everything
But all the troubles and sorrows
Bowed down before her
Moscow's love is not fast
But faithful and pure
Because the mother
The love of others is stronger
Alexandra, Alexandra
This city is ours with you
We became his destiny
You look at his face
Whatever happened in the beginning
He will satisfy all sorrows
So it became an engagement
We need a Garden Ring
So it became an engagement
We need a Garden Ring
"If I get sick" Yu.Vizbora – reflections in poetry about life and friendship
If I get sick
I won't go to the doctors
I'll turn to my friends
Don't think it's delusional.
Lay the steppe for me
Cover my windows with fog
Put it at the head of the bed
A star that fell from the sky!
Lay the steppe for me
Cover my windows with fog
Put it at the head of the bed
A star that fell from the sky!
I walked straight ahead
I've never been known to be touchy.
If they hurt me
In fair hard battles
Bandage my head
The Russian forest road
And cover me up
A blanket in autumn colors
Bandage my head
The Russian forest road
And cover me up
A blanket in autumn colors
From the seas and from the mountains
It smells of eternity, it smells of space
Once you look, you'll feel it
We live forever, guys!
Not sick leave from you
I'm leaving, friends, by the corridor
I'm leaving, comrades
The Fabulous Milky Way
Not sick leave from you
I'm leaving, friends, by the corridor
I'm leaving, comrades
The Fabulous Milky Way
"You're the only one I have."Vizbora is another magical song about love
You're the only one I have,
It's like the moon in the night,
It's like spring in the year,
It's like a pine tree in the steppe.
There is no other such
Not across any river,
Not beyond the mists,
the Distant lands.
There are wires in the frost,
In the twilight of the city.
So the star has risen,
To shine always,
To burn in a snowstorm,
To make the bed,
To rock all night
The cradle has a daughter.
That's the twist
It is done with the river.
You can take away the peace,
You can wave your hand,
You can pay off your debts,
You can love others,
You can leave completely,
Just shine, shine!
"The song about bears" is a cheerful, kind song that evokes a lot of pleasant memories of your beloved
Somewhere in the world,
Where it's always freezing,
Bears are rubbing their backs
About the earth's axis.
Centuries are passing by,
They sleep under the sea ice,
Bears are rubbing against the axis,
The Earth is spinning.
The Earth is spinning faster.
The Earth is spinning faster.
They rub trying to,
Turning the earth's axis,
To be in love earlier
We had to meet.
So that one morning,
a year or two earlier,
Someone told someone
The main words.
The Earth is spinning faster.
The Earth is spinning faster.
Following the spring downpour
Dawn will come sooner.
And for two happy ones
For many, many years
The lightning flashes will sparkle,
The streams will ring,
The fog will swirl
White as a bear.
The Earth is spinning faster.
The Earth is spinning faster.
Somewhere in the world,
Where it's always freezing,
Bears are rubbing their backs
About the earth's axis.
Centuries are passing by,
They sleep under the sea ice,
Bears are rubbing against the axis,
The Earth is spinning.
The Earth is spinning faster.
The Earth is spinning faster.
"There is only a moment" is a wonderful lyrical song with a very deep philosophical content. Yes, yes, you think, well, I'll do everything tomorrow, and so every day, and life passed like a moment ((We draw conclusions and do not waste time in vain to fill this moment with something useful and desirable, not only for ourselves, but also for others))
Everything is ghostly in this raging world
There is only a moment, hold on to it!
There is only a moment between the past and the future
It is called life
Eternal peace, the heart is unlikely to please
Eternal rest, for the gray pyramids
And for the star that broke and falls
There is only a moment, a blinding moment
And for the star that broke and falls
There is only a moment, a blinding moment
Let this world fly into the distance through the centuries
But I'm not always on the road with him
What do I value, what do I risk in the world?
In a flash, just in a flash
Happiness is given to meet or trouble is still
There is only a moment, hold on to it!
There is only a moment between the past and the future
It is called life
There is only a moment between the past and the future
It is called life
"The Song about hares" - a song from your favorite movie
In the dark blue forest
Where the aspens tremble
Where from the Sorcerer Oaks
Leaves are flying around
There is grass in the clearing
Hares mowed at midnight
And at the same time they were singing
Strange words
And we don't care
And we don't care
Let us be afraid
The wolf and the owl
We have a case
In the most terrible hour
We are a magical
Mow the grass!
And the oaks are sorcerers
They're whispering in the fog.
By the filthy swamps
Someone's shadows are rising
Hares mow the grass
Tryn-grass in a clearing
And from fear everything is faster
They're singing a song
And we don't care
Let us be afraid
The wolf and the owl
We have a case
In the most terrible hour
We are a magical
Mowing the grass
And we don't care
And we don't care
We firmly believe
In the ancient rumor
He will be brave
Who does it three times a year
In the most terrible hour
Mowing the grass!
And we don't care
And we don't care
Will we become braver
And braver than a lion!
Let's stand up for once
In the most terrible hour
All the misfortunes to us
There will be tryn-grass!
And we don't care
And we don't care
Will we become braver
And braver than a lion!
Let's stand up for once
In the most terrible hour
All the misfortunes to us
There will be tryn-grass!
"I like that you are not sick of me" by S.Tsvetaeva – a magical, mesmerizing song with beautiful
I like that you're not sick of me.,
I like that I'm not sick of you.,
What is never a heavy globe of the earth
It won't float away under our feet.
I like that you can be funny
and loose-and not play with words,
And don't blush like a suffocating wave,
Slightly touching the sleeves.
I also like having you with me.
Calmly hugging another,
Don't read to me in hellfire
Burn for not kissing you.
That my gentle name, my gentle, is not
You mention it neither day nor night — in vain...
That never in church silence
They won't sing Hallelujah over us!
Thank you with both my heart and my hand
For the fact that you don't know me! —
So love: for my night's rest,
For the rarity of sunset meetings,
For our non-moonlit walks,
The sun is not over our heads,
For being sick—alas! — not by me,
For being ill—alas! — not by you.
"The Wind of Change" is a beautiful lyrical song from the movie about Lady Perfection
The Earth is spinning like a carousel in childhood
And the Winds of Loss are circling over the Earth
Winds of loss separation resentment and evil
They are innumerable
They are innumerable — they come through from all the cracks
Into the hearts of people by tearing the door off its hinges
Destroying hopes and instilling fear
The winds are circling The winds are circling
For hundreds of years, day and night revolve
Carousel-Earth
For hundreds of years, all the winds have been returning
Back to square one
But there is a wind of change in the world
He will come driving away the winds of treason
He will dispel it when it's time
The winds of separation and resentment of the wind
For hundreds of years, day and night revolve
Carousel-Earth
For hundreds of years, everything in life comes back
Back to square one
Tomorrow the wind will change
Tomorrow is the past in return
He will come, he will be kind and affectionate
The Wind of Change
Tomorrow the wind will change
Tomorrow is the past in return
He will come, he will be kind and affectionate.
The Wind of Change
The "Blue Wagon" of the Cathedral of the Assumption of the Muses.V.Shainsky – a song from his favorite cartoon, infinitely kind and
Slowly the minutes drift away,
You don't expect to meet them anymore.
And although we are a little sorry for the past,
The best, of course, is ahead.
Chorus:
Good riddance, good riddance
The long way is creeping,
And it rests right in the sky.
To everyone, to everyone
I believe in the best...
it's rolling, it's rolling
The blue carriage.
Maybe we offended someone for nothing,
The calendar will close the old sheet.
We are in a hurry for new adventures, friends...
hey, pick up the pace, driver!
Chorus.
The blue carriage is running, swinging,
The fast train is picking up speed...
oh, why is this day ending,
Let it last for a whole year!
"It's not beer that ruins people" Zatsepin A. - Derbenev A. - a funny song from a movie with your favorite artists
I realized a long time ago in my life
The death lies where.
No one drowns in beer,
They always drown in water.
Rivers, seas, straits,
How much harm they do.
It's not beer that ruins people,
Water destroys people.
It's not beer that ruins people,
Water destroys people.
For example, in our work,
My unforgettable friend,
Beer only once
He took it and spread it with water.
And, smiling crookedly,
He shouted on the day of the trial -
It's not beer that ruins people,
Water destroys people.
It's not beer that ruins people,
Water destroys people.
If you are mentally wounded,
If you are in trouble,
You're not going to the bathhouse, are you,
You're coming here.
Here you will breathe a happy sigh,
You'll grunt and say yes.,
It's not beer that ruins people,
Water destroys people.
It's not beer that ruins people,
Water destroys people.
I realized a long time ago in my life
The death lies where.
No one drowns in beer,
They always drown in water.
Rivers, seas, straits,
How much harm they do.
It's not beer that ruins people,
Water destroys people.
It's not beer that ruins people,
Water destroys people.
"Nature does not have bad weather" - here is the pacification of autumn, and a wonderful film
Nature does not have bad weather
Every weather is a blessing
Whether it rains or snows – any time of the year
One should gratefully accept
Echoes of mental bad weather
There is a seal in the heart of loneliness
And insomniac sorrowful shoots
One should gratefully accept
One should gratefully accept
Death of desires, years and hardships
The luggage is getting heavier every day
What is assigned to you by nature
One should gratefully accept
The change of years, sunsets and sunrises
And the last grace of love
As well as the date of his departure
One should gratefully accept
One should gratefully accept
Nature doesn't have bad weather
The course of time cannot be stopped
The autumn of life, as well as the autumn of the year
It is necessary, without grieving, to bless
It is necessary, without grieving, to bless
It is necessary, without grieving, to bless
"The song of the Mammoth" is a song about MOM
Nature doesn't have bad weather
Every weather is a blessing
Whether it rains or snows – any time of the year
One should gratefully accept
Echoes of mental bad weather
There is a seal in the heart of loneliness
And insomniac sorrowful shoots
One should gratefully accept
One should gratefully accept
Death of desires, years and hardships
The luggage is getting heavier every day
What is assigned to you by nature
One should gratefully accept
The change of years, sunsets and sunrises
And the last grace of love
As well as the date of his departure
One should gratefully accept
One should gratefully accept
Nature does not have bad weather
The course of time cannot be stopped
The autumn of life, as well as the autumn of the year
It is necessary, without grieving, to bless
It is necessary, without grieving, to bless
It is necessary, without grieving, to bless
"If I were Sultan" is a comic song from any movie
If I were a sultan, I would have three wives
And he would be surrounded by triple beauty
But on the other hand, in such cases
So many troubles and worries, oh, save me, Allah
It's not bad to have three wives
But it's very bad on the other hand
Zulfiya is ironing my robe at the blackboard
She sews Guli, and Fatma darns socks
Three wives are a beauty, no matter what you say
But on the other hand, there are also three mothers—in-law
It's not bad to have three wives
But it's very bad on the other hand
What should we, the sultans, do — we need clarity here
How many wives are right for you? Three or one?
To a question like this, there is a simple answer
If I were a sultan, I would be single
It's not bad without a wife at all
Much better from either side
It's not bad without a wife at all
Much better from either side
Ho!
"From the heroes of bygone Times" is a wonderful song from one of any films - "Officers"
From the heroes of bygone times
Sometimes there are no names left
Those who took the death fight
They became just earth, grass
Only their formidable prowess
Settled in the hearts of the living
This eternal flame
Bequeathed to us by one, we keep it in our chest
Look at my fighters
, the whole world remembers them by sight
Here the battalion froze in formation
I'm getting to know old friends again
Even though they are not twenty-five
They had to go through a difficult path
These are the ones who are hostile
He rose as one
Those who took Berlin
There is no such family in Russia
Where would not your hero be remembered
And the eyes of young soldiers
They look at the photos of the faded ones
This look is like a supreme court
For the guys who are growing up now
And boys are not allowed
Neither to lie, nor to deceive
Turn away from the path
"And I'm going after the fog and the smell of the taiga."Kukina is my favorite, fascinating, with a unique combination
You see, it's strange, very strange.,
But I'm such a complete weirdo.:
I'm chasing the fog, the fog,
And I can't cope with myself in any way.
People are exiled by deeds,
People are going to get money,
They run away from resentment, from longing...
And I'm going, and I'm going after the fog,
Behind the dreams and the smell of the taiga.
And I'm going, and I'm going after the fog,
Behind the dreams and the smell of the taiga.
You see, it's simple, very simple
For someone who has left at least once.
Imagine that it's acute, very acute:
Mountains, sun, fir trees, songs and rains.
Let them be fully packed
I have suitcases for the road:
Memory, sadness, unpaid debts...
And I'm going, and I'm going for the fog,
Behind the dreams and the smell of the taiga.
And I'm going, and I'm going after the fog,
Behind the dreams and the smell of the taiga.
Comments ()
You need to login to create comments.
«Комбат» — прекрасная патриотическая песня. В одной книге я когда-то прочитала, что главное – это чтобы твой дух не умер раньше самого тебя. Так вот, одухотворенность и мужество таких людей поучительны и восхищают.
А на войне, как на войне — патроны, водка, махорка в цене
А на войне нелегкий труд, а сам стреляй, а то убьют
А на войне, как на войне, подруга, вспомни обо мне
А на войне — неровен час, а может, мы, а может, нас
Комбат-батяня, батяня-комбат, ты сердце не прятал за спины ребят
Летят самолеты, и танки горят, так бьет, ё, комбат, ё, комбат!
Комбат-батяня, батяня-комбат, за нами Россия, Москва и Арбат
Огонь, батарея, огонь, батальон Комбат, ё, командует он
Огонь, батарея! Огонь, батальон! Огонь, батарея! Огонь, батальон!
Огонь, батарея! Огонь, батальон! Огонь, батарея!
Огонь! Огонь! Огонь! Агония
А на войне, как на войне — солдаты видят мамку во сне
А на войне да, то оно там все серьёзней, чем в кино
Да, война, война-война дурная тетка, стерва она!
Эх, война, война идет, а пацана девчонка ждет
Комбат-батяня, батяня-комбат, ты сердце не прятал за спины ребят
Летят самолеты, и танки горят, так бьет, ё, комбат, ё, комбат!
Комбат-батяня, батяня-комбат, за нами Россия, Москва и Арбат
Огонь, батарея, огонь, батальон Комбат, ё, командует он
Комбат-батяня, батяня-комбат, ты сердце не прятал за спины ребят
Летят самолеты, и танки горят, так бьет, ё, комбат, ё, комбат!
Комбат-батяня, батяня-комбат, за нами Россия, Москва и Арбат
Огонь, батарея, огонь, батальон Комбат, ё, командует он
Огонь, батарея! Огонь, батальон! Огонь, батарея! Огонь, батальон!
Огонь, батарея! Огонь, батальон! Огонь, батарея!
Огонь! Огонь! Огонь! Агония
А на войне, как на войне На войне, как на войне
«Конь» – такая простая, но бесконечно проникновенная песня
Выйду ночью в поле с конём
Ночкой тёмной тихо пойдём
Мы пойдём с конём по полю вдвоём
Мы пойдём с конём по полю вдвоём
Мы пойдём с конём по полю вдвоём
Мы пойдём с конём по полю вдвоём
Ночью в поле звёзд благодать
В поле никого не видать
Только мы с конём по полю идём
Только мы с конём по полю идём (да вдвоём)
Только мы с конём по полю идём
Только мы с конём по полю идём
Сяду я верхом на коня
Ты неси по полю меня
По бескрайнему полю моему
По бескрайнему полю моему
Дай-ка я разок посмотрю
Где рождает поле зарю
Ай, брусничный цвет, алый да рассвет
Али есть то место, али его нет
Ай, брусничный цвет, алый да рассвет
Али есть то место, али его нет
Полюшко моё, родники
Дальних деревень огоньки
Золотая рожь да кудрявый лён
Я влюблён в тебя, Россия, влюблён
Золотая рожь да кудрявый лён
Я влюблён в тебя, Россия, влюблён
Будет добрым год хлебород
Было всяко — всяко пройдёт
Пой златая рожь, пой кудрявый лён
Пой о том, как я в Россию влюблён
Пой златая рожь, пой кудрявый лён
Мы идём с конём по полю вдвоём
«Березы» – из той же серии, что и «Конь» — очень проникновенная песня, и не очень-то она, наверное, подходит для хорового домашнего пения, но не петь ее нельзя))
Отчего так в России березы шумят, отчего белоствольные все понимают?
У дорог, прислонившись по ветру, стоят и листву так печально кидают.
Я пойду по дороге — простору я рад, может это лишь все, что я в жизни узнаю.
Отчего так печальные листья летят, под рубахою душу лаская.
А на сердце опять горячо, горячо и опять, и опять без ответа.
А листочек с березки упал на плечо, он, как я, оторвался от веток.
Посидим на дорожку, родная, с тобой, ты пойми, я вернусь, не печалься, не стоит.
И старуха махнет на прощанье рукой и за мною калитку закроет.
Отчего так в России березы шумят, отчего хорошо так гармошка играет?
Пальцы ветром по кнопочкам враз пролетят, а последняя, эх, западает.
А на сердце опять горячо, горячо и опять, и опять без ответа.
А листочек с березки упал на плечо, он, как я, оторвался от веток.
А на сердце опять горячо, горячо и опять, и опять без ответа.
А листочек с березки упал на плечо, он, как я, оторвался от веток.
«А заря» — к двум предыдущим, без дальнейших комментариев))
Я иду по стране старорусским маршрутом
Безоблачным утром, окутанный первой зарёй
Все песни мои, все друзья будут рядом как будто
И сам я как будто ещё молодой, озорной
А заря, заря, заря
Дело Божие творя
Золотит леса и пашни
Светом ясным янтаря
А заря, заря, заря
Всё ж старается не зря
Окрыляя судьбы наши
Души, проще говоря
Я снова поверю, что всё ещё только в начале
Едва зазвучали на ярмарку эх, бубенцы
Вся даль впереди, а её не пройти без печали
Но сколь не живёшь, а для жизни мы всё же юнцы
А заря, заря, заря
Дело Божие творя
Золотит леса и пашни
Светом ясным янтаря
А заря, заря, заря
Всё ж старается не зря
Окрыляя судьбы наши
Души, проще говоря
А заря, заря, заря
Дело Божие творя
Золотит леса и пашни
Светом ясным янтаря
А заря, заря, заря
Всё ж старается не зря
Окрыляя судьбы наши
Души, проще говоря
И еще «Ты неси меня река» — невозможно не указать и ее). При поиске песен Любэ поняла, что замечательных песен у гораздо больше, чем я знала, обязательно ознакомлюсь и с другими)).
Ты неси меня, река, за крутые берега,
Где поля мои, поля, где леса мои, леса,
Ты неси меня, река, да в родные мне места,
Где живет моя краса, голубы у нее глаза.
Как ночка темная,
Как речка быстрая,
Как одинокая луна,
На небе ждет меня она.
За туманом огонек, как же он еще далек,
Ты мне ветер помоги, милой весточку шепни.
Знаю, ждет меня краса,
Проглядела в ночь глаза.
Как ночка темная,
Как речка быстрая,
Как одинокая луна,
На небе ждет меня она.
Ты неси меня, река, за крутые берега,
Ты неси меня, река, за крутые берега,
Голубы у нее глаза.
Как ночка темная,
Как речка быстрая,
Как одинокая луна,
На небе ждет меня она.