guest
You are seen here as a Khan
Everything is at your disposal
Your son and your army are with you
You live as I do,
as a Khan
You must admit,
captives do not live like this
Like this?
No, my friend,
you are not my prisoner
You are my honoured guest
Believe me, prince,
I admire you...
...for your courage...
...for your bravery in battle
I respect you
and have always liked you
I am not your enemy,
I am your host
You are my guest
So tell me what you dislike
Take any horse you want,
any tent
Take my treasured sword
I have shed much enemy blood
with this sword
In bloody battles
my sword inspired terror of death
Everything here bows to the Khan
I have long inspired terror here
I am courageous,
I know no fear
All fear me
All tremble before me
But you did not fear me
or beg for mercy
I'd like to be your friend,
not your enemy...
...your brother, believe me
Do you want a slave girl
from beyond the Caspian Sea?
If you want one
say the word
I will give you one
I have many beautiful women
Their hair lies like snakes
on their shoulders
Their black eyes look out
from under dark brows
Why are you silent?
You can choose any one you want
Bring the slaves
Let them dance and sing...
...and drive away thoughts
of sadness
I bear no grudge against you
I would like to repay your kindness
But life in captivity is no life
as you yourself have felt
Captivity?
Shall I let you go home then?
Promise you will not
raise your sword against me...
...and not stand in my way
No, a prince cannot lie.
I shall speak honestly
I cannot make that promise
Give me my freedom...
...and I shall rally my troops
once more
I shall attack you again
I will stand in your way...
...and try to win
the Don again
I like your frankness.
That's how I am, too
If we had been allies
we'd have conquered all Russia
We'd have roamed like two beasts
drinking enemy blood
We'd crush them under our heel,
impale or behead for nothing
What do you think?
But you don't agree
Sit down
Let our song fly on the wind
to our homeland
There we sang it when we were free
There, under burning skies...
...the air is filled with happiness
There the mountains dream...
...at the sound of the sea
There the bright sunshine
lights up our hills
Roses bloom in the valleys
Nightingales sing,
sweet grapes grow
There our song is free
Fly home
Sing songs of praise to the Khan
Praise the power of the Khan
Praise the Khan
His glory is like the sun
His glory has no equal
The slave girls praise the Khan
Do you see the prisoners
from distant shores?
Do you see the beauties
from across the Caspian sea?
My friend, I'll give you any one
you desire
Sing songs of praise to the Khan
Praise his generosity
and his mercy
Terrible to his enemies...
...who matches the Khan in glory?
He rivals the sun in brilliance
He matches his ancestors' glory
Khan Konchak
Entertain the Khan with dancing
Entertain our Khan with dancingHail to Vladimir!
Play!
The river did not swell
The river did not flood
The prince's men went walking
and seized a maiden
Hey! They rejoiced
They started playing
They praised their prince with songs
Long live Prince Vladimir Galitsky
The girl begged for mercy
at the prince's feet
'Oh, merciful prince'
'Let me go home'
'I want to go back
to my father and mother'
'Let me go home,
do not disgrace me'
Hey! They rejoiced.
They started playing
They praised their prince with songs
Long live Prince Vladimir Galitsky
Have you enjoyed yourself, prince?
It's no secret that I hate
to be bored
I would not live a day
of Prince Igor's life
I love princely pleasures
I love a merry life
If I were a prince of Putivl...
...what a life I'd lead
If I were the prince of Putivl...
...I would know how to live
I'd govern while feasting
and drinking
I'd dispense justice my way,
with a drink
Sing and make merry
At night I'd call for
the prettiest girls
They'd sing praises to me,