1. path
A winding path leads to a hazy distance.
I want to go to war with my lover along this slender path.
Snow covered his footsteps, without which he couldn't hear the song.
On that vast silver Yuan Ye, there is only one lonely path.
He braved the bullets, which really worried me.
I want to be a smart bird and fly to my lover.
In this snowy morning, the battle is still going on cruelly.
I will bravely bind up his wound and save him from the fire.
A path is winding and long, and mine extends all the way to the distance.
Please lead me, my way, and follow my lover to the distant frontier.
2. Night outside Moscow
The garden was silent in the middle of the night.
Only the wind is singing softly.
What a beautiful night
What a bright heart
On this charming night
The river flows quietly and ripples slightly.
The silvery moonlight reflected on the water.
Breeze and songs
What a quiet night.
My lover is sitting next to me.
Look at me silently and keep silent.
I want to tell you.
But awkward.
How many words do you remember?
The night is almost over, and it's dawn.
I sincerely wish you are a good girl.
I hope from now on.
You and I will never forget.
Night outside Moscow
I hope from now on.
You and I will never forget.
Night outside Moscow
3. Hawthorn tree
The song rippled gently on the water at dusk.
In the twilight, the factory sparkled in the distance.
The train galloped at full speed.
The windows are brightly lit.
Two youths are waiting for me on both sides of the hawthorn tree.
Oh, the dense hawthorn tree is full of white flowers.
Oh, why are you worried about your lovely hawthorn tree?
When the loud whistle just stopped
I walked along the path to the tree.
The breeze kept blowing.
Under the dense hawthorn tree
Blow the hair of young assemblers and forgers
Oh, the dense hawthorn tree is full of white flowers.
Oh, why are you worried about your lovely hawthorn tree?
Which of them is more in line with my wishes?
I don't know. I've been fidgeting all day.
They are braver and cuter. That makes no difference.
Dear hawthorn tree, I need your help.
Oh, the bravest and cutest. Which one is it?
Oh, my dear hawthorn, please tell me.
Ah, the bravest and cutest. Which one is it?
Oh, my dear hawthorn, please tell me.
4. Three sets of cars
Ice and snow covered the Volga River.
There are three groups of cars driving on the glacier.
Someone is singing a melancholy song.
It is the driver who sings.
Young man, why are you sad?
Why do you keep your head down?
Who made you so sad?
The man on the bus asked him.
Look, my poor old horse.
It followed me all over the world.
I hate that rich man bought him.
Suffering awaits him in the future.
Ice and snow covered the Volga River.
There are three groups of cars driving on the glacier.
Someone is singing a melancholy song.
It is the driver who sings.
Young man, why are you sad?
Why do you keep your head down?
Who made you so sad?
The man on the bus asked him.
Look, my poor old horse.
I hate that rich man bought him.
Suffering awaits him in the future.
It followed me all over the world.
I hate that rich man bought him.
Suffering awaits him in the future.
Russian folk songs that we are familiar with at ordinary times always sound so quiet, distant and full of shade, which makes people wonder and miss life. It is broad, sad and lyrical, and you can hear it at once in singing. This may be related to the fact that the Russian nation is a grassland nation. Russian folk songs are rare in other folk songs, and at the same time, they are also the voices of the oppressed. Russian folk songs have both sadness and sympathy. However, listening to these songs in suffering can always keep people optimistic, as an essayist said:
"From the people in that land, the author of this national voice, it is difficult for us to find the calculation of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages, the shrewdness of preserving our sanity, the happiness of distant disasters, and things that we were very familiar with. On the contrary, what we read is something else: the silent struggle in prison, the sad smile after tears, trembling and looking up at the sky in the cold long night-firmly believing that the morning will rise from there ... In short, it is a gesture of taking the initiative to meet suffering, and it is a gesture of enduring suffering until the end. "
This passage may help us understand and love Russian folk songs.