their prince The prettiest ones would stay with me I'd love them all night long If this were to happen I'd have a life of pleasure I'd never be bored. I'd know what to do I'd organise the state and take over the treasury I'd live as I please, that's what power is for If I were prince everyone would get what they deserve Both me and you No one would forget us Make merry! Long live Prince Galitsky But what about the princess? My sister? A meek nun who belongs in a convent She'd pray for forgiveness for my sins Let's go to the palace to drink the prince's mead Let's reward the people with a cask of wine Long live Prince Galitsky What misfortune Your servants have abducted a girl A lovely girl Have pity, let her go Why are you howling? The girl has her own room She will not be harmed What more could she want? There's no reason to cry She will live like royalty... ...with no work and no worries She will have the best to eat and drink Now be off and remember: I will not let her go What misfortune, dear prince Let her go back to her father and mother Have pity, let her go I will not let her go Now hurry away, or it will be worse for the girl There's nothing to cry over, nothing to plead for Back to father, back to mother Empty-handed they came and went Off they trotted Wait, young fellows, listen What if the princess hears and puts us in prison? Who cares about the princess? There are lots of us, but she has no men Her people have gone to fight. What have we to fear? Besides, the princess is stingy with wine Who will oblige her? No one, of course Not like Prince Vladimir He's a real father to his people Look, he's given us wine In the palace of Prince Vladimir... ...Vladimir Yaroslavich... ...all his men have gathered Fine, princely drunkards The courtiers were moaning, oh, we drank too much We drank to everything, to you, our prince Take pity on us, dear father - Beer for us! - Brew! - Give us sweet mead - And plenty - Vodka! - The best! - Strong beer - Bring it now - We'll stay, prince - Our prince - Our father - Our father - We're your faithful servants - We are yours For you, dear prince, we will die Our father Vladimir said: 'You drunken servants of mine... ' '... how could I not pity you for your bitter life' 'Your work is hard' Our life is a miserable one - Every day - Work - Morning to midday - Work - Midday to dusk - Work - Sunset to sunrise - Work - The work isn't light - Nor is mine - The worry is great - So is mine - The work is hard - So is mine - The duties are many - So are mine Sing and make merry Here's to our prince's health That's who should be ruling Putivl Why not crown him now? There are no soldiers, Igor is far away What have we to fear? All the troops have gone, there's no help There was a revolt in Posemye All the princes were killed Let's go to the square and get a crowd together Let's oust Igor and enthrone Vladimir The prince's men went on a spree and crowned the prince of Russia They made merry. They started singing They praised their prince with songs till morning 'I want my father, I want my mother' 'Oh, let me go home' A long time has passed... ...since my beloved Igor and our son Vladimir... ...and our brother Vsevolod led the army against the Polovtsians I do not know what to think I should have heard from the prince by now If only I could have some news of Igor My heart senses misfortune My heart is aching with fear Sorrow oppresses me Where have the happy times gone when my beloved was with me? Those days have gone Alone, I grieve from morn to dusk Alone I weep throughout the night I long for my beloved with all my heart I long for a message from him But there's no message and he doesn't come And I am so lonely My sleep is filled with nightmares Often I dream my beloved is with me We are together again He beckons to me to follow him ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Лисы на английском - текст На краю Вселенной на английском - текст Золотой ребёнок на английском - текст Малышка на миллион на английском - текст Кровавый четверг на английском |