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Kon Moy Voronoy
Artist(s): Winter Garden Canada

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Writer(s):
Alexander Vasilyevich Tishchenko (SOCAN) 50% / Victor Vladimir Koletchko (SOCAN) 50%


Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%


Category:
World


Subcategories:
Instrumental, Male Vocal, Russian Folk, Traditional


Keywords:
At Ease, Earthy, Eastern Europe, Farm, Fields, Flowers, Freedom, Happy, Horseback, Love of the Land, Loving, Nature, Nostalgic, Pastoral, Patriotic, Peaceful, Proud, Remembering, Reminiscent, Rural, Tranquil, Upbeat


Instruments:
Accordion, Balalaika, Domra, Drums, Tambourine


Year Recorded:
2020


BPM:
80


Language:
Russian


Key:
Fm


Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo


Time Signature:
4/4


Lyrics:
Kon Moy Voronoy

КОНЬ МОЙ ВОРОНОЙ (Original Russian)

VERSE 1
Ой, неси меня, мой конь,
В полюшко привольное,
Кто поймёт в душе огонь,
Да житье раздольное.
Кто поймёт в душе огонь,
Да житье раздольное.

VERSE 2
Сердце бьётся и стучит,
Травы низко стелются,
А гармонь в душе звучит,
Хорошо - не верится.
А гармонь в душе звучит,
Хорошо - не верится.

CHORUS
Эх ты, поле без конца,
Эй ты, поле травное,
Ты утеха молодца,
Моё поле славное.
Ты утеха молодца,
Моё поле славное.

VERSE 3
Ой, неси ты казака,
В полюшко привольное,
Надо мною небеса,
Эх, житьё раздольное.
Надо мною небеса,
Эх, житьё раздольное.

VERSE 4
Ой, неси-ка вороной,
По ромашкам беленьким,
Привези меня домой
Шагом дробным, меленьким.
Привези меня домой
Шагом дробным, меленьким.

CHORUS

CHORUS

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MY BLACK STALLION (English Translation)

VERSE 1
Oh, carry me, my horse,
To the open field,
Who will understand the fire in my soul?
And my free life?
Who will understand the fire in my soul?
And my free life?

VERSE 2
My heart beats and flutters,
Grasses are spreading low,
And the accordion sounds in my soul,
Feels so good - I can't believe it.
And the accordion sounds in my soul
Feels so good - I can't believe it.

CHORUS
Hey, my field without end,
Hey, my grassy field,
You are the joy of a young fellow,
My lovely field.
You are the joy of a young fellow,
My lovely field.

VERSE 3
Oh, you carry a Cossack,
To the open field,
Open skies are above me,
What a free life!
Open skies are above me,
What a free life!

VERSE 4
Oh, carry me, my black stallion,
Over white daisies,
Bring me home
With your soft, well-timed trot.
Bring me home
With your soft, well-timed trot.

CHORUS

CHORUS



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