Folk Songs

I Don’t Know Why (И Кто Его Знает)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pSgPf3cUdkg

 

At the sunrise, a man wanders

Right outside of my home.

He will blink with just one eye

Doesn’t say another word.

 
And I don’t know why he blinks with his eye!

He blinks with his eye!

He blinks with his eye!

 

At parties, he sings and dances

When it’s time to say goodbye,

He walks me back to my gate

And then turns with a small sigh.

 

And I don’t know why. Well, why would he sigh?

Well, why would he sigh?

Well, why would he sigh?

 

I asked him, “Are you all right?”

He says, “No, right from the start,

It seems that I have discarded

I’ve discarded my poor heart!”

 

And I don’t know why his heart went awry.

His heart went awry.

His heart went awry.

 

Yesterday, I checked the mail and

Got two puzzling letters.

Said to guess what the dots meant;

He used code instead of words!

 

And I don’t know why he wants me to try.

He wants me to try.

He wants me to try.

 

No, I didn’t decode the letters

He shouldn’t have hoped for that.

But my heart, all of the sudden,

Sweetly melted in my chest.

 

And I don’t know why his words thawed my ice.

His words thawed my ice.

His words thawed my ice.


Katyusha (Катюша)

 

Blossoming were all apple and pear trees,

Fogs were floating over the river

When Katyusha stepped into the clearing

On the shore, the high and rocky shore.

 

She stepped out and belted out a song

Of an eagle flying through the sky.

Of the one man who she loved,

Of the one whose letters she would hide.

 

Oh you song, you song of a young girl

Fly across the fields, beyond sunlight!

Tell that soldier in a foreign world

That Katyusha would like to say hi.

 

He’ll remember a young, simple girl

He’ll remember how she used to sing

Let him keep our native land safe in the war

And all of his love, Katyusha will keep.


There Are So Many Golden Lights (Огней Так Много Золотых)

 

There are so many golden lights on the Saratov alleys.

So many single men walk by, but I love one who’s married.

So many single men walk by, but I love one who’s married.

 

He found a family too soon. The story makes me sad.

To him, how to admit my love, if I can’t to myself?

To him, how to admit my love, if I can’t to myself?

 

I want to run, I want to flee whenever he is near.

What if the things that I conceal will somehow be revealed?

What if the things that I conceal will somehow be revealed?

 

So I must never cross his path. Scared that he’ll find me dear.

I’ll deal with all this love myself, together we can’t deal.

I’ll deal with all this love myself, together we can’t deal.