I put orginal text translitteration, if it happens so, that some of you of non-russian origin would like to sing it and translation so you understand what it is all about.
I think this song performing is the best with the sailor chorus on the back-sing sounds so patriotic!
Soloist - Nikolay Rastorguev has tears falling his face while singing. This tear effect somehow appears with many Russian people listening or singing this song. It seems that the text of this song combined with so wonderful melody trigger those tears out.
Vyydu nochyu v polye s konyem,
Nochkoy tyemnoy tikho poydyem.
My poydyem s konyem po polyu vdvoyem,
My poydyem s konyem po polyu vdvoyem.
I will leave in the night to the field with a horse
Through the dark night we will silently walk
We will go with the horse across the field together
We will go with a horse across the field together
Nochyu v polye zvyezd blagodat...
V polye nikogo nye vidat.
Tolko my s konyem po polyu idyem,
Tolko my s konyem po polyu idyem.
At night the field is full of stars' bliss
No one could be seen in the field
Only me and the horse are walking through the field
Only me and the horse are walking through the field
Syadu ya vyerkhom na konya,
Ty nyesi po polyu myenya.
Po byeskraynyemu polyu moyemu,
Po byeskraynyemu polyu moyemu.
I will saddle up on my horse
You carry me through the field all across
Through my endless field
Through my endless field
Dayka ya razok posmotryu
Gdye rozhdayet polye zaryu.
Ay, brusnichnyy tsvyet, alyy da rassvyet,
Ali yest to myesto, ali yego nyet.
Let me take a single look
At where the field gives birth to the dawn
Ah a cowberry-colored light, oh a scarlet dawn
Either does that place exist or does not
Polyushko moye, rodniki,
Dalnikh dyeryevyen ogonki,
Zolotaya rozh da kudryavyy lyen
Ya vlyublyen v tyebya, Rossiya, vlyublyen.
Oh my dear field and the springs
Lights of distant villages are seen
Golden rye and curly flax
I am in love with you, my Russia, in love.
Budyet dobrym god khlyeborod,
Bylo vsyako, vsyako proydyet,
Poy zlataya rozh, poy kudryavyy lyen,
Poy o tom, kak ya v Rossiyu vlyublyen!
Poy zlataya rozh, poy kudryavyy lyen...
My idyem s konyem po polyu vdvoyem.
There will be a good fruitful year
Different it was, and different will pass
Sing that golden rye, sing that curly flax
Sing of how I am in love with Russia.
Sing that golden rye, sing oh curly flax…
I am walking across the field with a horse
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