Some more music

Here's what seems rather nice to me - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QWyyZn3bD6w – Господин горных дорог / Lord of mountain roads

If you want to hear it in the NORMAL quality, try this link - http://1000plastinok.info/song16333.html. If you can't read Russian, just press the arrow in a circle to listen.

This is Hellawes http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Melnitsa, they play folk rock or, it's better to say, Russian Celtica.

For you to understand the words, I've tried to translate the lyrics, but this is just a line-for-line translation, I couldn't keep the rhymes:

The sunset lies eaglespread above the dales of the mountain of dreams.
You’ve tied the grasses in a knot and woven a wisp of my hair in it .
You sent into alien dreams the crazy vision of the country
Where days are lit with starlight .

I’ll call you Lord of Mountain Paths,
Who said that snow is cold?
I’ll cross the mountain pass and the threshold, the crossroads
Where stone rivers meet.

I’m going after those who didn’t know what the word ‘fear’ means.
Oh, aren’t all those who perished and were lost in the mountains with you,
Those, who have found rest where the winds dance obedient to your will
On the edge of crystal morning?

I’ll call you Lord of Mountain Paths, the clouds
Are circling like a flock of birds before the thunderstorm.
Our blood seeps into the sand. Forget it, and it’ll
Sprout a tight vine.
I wanted to stay with you,
I’ve already dared to, -
The smell of snow, the crystal-sharp pain -
Is it distance, is it sky, is it death? ..

Let the hoarfrost cover the chains of my footpints,
So that nobody will be able to find them.
Who will now read your name under the ice,
Lord of Mountain Paths?

Really nice...thank you for sharing it. And thank you for the lyrics.

Thank you.

very beautiful music)))))^___^

And here's one more song by the same group - "Горец" / "Highland Harry". The song's in Russian, but here are the original lyrics for you:

Burns Original

Chorus
O, for him come back again!
O, for him come back again!
I wad gie a' Knockhaspie's land
For Highland Harry back again.
1.
My Harry was a gallant gay,
Fu' stately strade he on the plain,
But now he's banish'd far away:
I'll never see him back again.
2.
When a' the lave gae to their bed,
I wander dowie up the glen,
I set me down, and greet my fill,
And ay I wish him back again.
3.
O, were some villains hangit high,
And ilka body had their ain,
Then I might see the joyfu' sight,
My Highland Harry back again!

Standard English Translation

Chorus
O, for him come back again!
O, for him come back again!
I would give all Knockhaspie's land
For Highland Harry back again.

My Harry was a gallant gay,
Full stately strode he on the plain
But now he is banished far away:
I will never see him back again.

When all the rest go to their bed,
I wander drooping up the glen,
I set me down, and weep my fill,
And always I wish him back again,

O, were some villains hanged high,
And every body had their own,
Then I might see the joyful sight,
My Highland Harry back again!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xoeItX0vssI - the video clip (made of The Highlander)

For the NORMAL quality see http://1000plastinok.info/song16314.html. As in the previous case, just press the arrow to listen.

Unfortunately, many of Hellawes's song on YouTube have been turned into godawful amateur videoclips, so the visual images in most cases are wide off the mark. I try to choose the best clips, at least corresponding to the lyrics.

I don't know whether you care to know, but Celtic music, Celtic languages and Celtic dancing is all the rage in Russia for many people. I'm not a crazy fan of all things Celtic, but when something is real good I can give it its due, I hope.

If you like group singing (good old Bonny Jacks kind), try this - http://rutube.ru/tracks/524230.html?v=af480a5288de8500d240f66f789cc428

It's a Russian folk song.
*Cossacks were farmers and at the same time the elite cavalry troups guarding the southern border of Russia. The Don is mentioned as a river along whose banks they used to settle.

Here's my translation of the song:

Young cossack’s carousing
Young cossack’s carousing
Young cossack’s carousing
Along the great Don.

A girl’s crying there
A girl’s crying there
A girl’s crying there
Over the stream flowing fast

“Oh, why are you crying,
Oh, why are you crying
Oh, why are you crying
Why all those tears?”

“A gypsy did tell me
A gypsy did tell me
A gypsy did tell me
When she read my palm -

I’m not to be happy
I’m not to be happy
A cossack’s sad widow
A widow I’ll be.”

Young cossack’s carousing
Young cossack’s carousing
Young cossack’s carousing
Along the great Don.
Quiet flows the Don.