Пісня “А дощик накрапає” записана Марком Галаневичем від його бабусі Олександри Коваль.
Вінницька обл., Бершадський район, с. Крушинівка.
Пісня “Ой на дворі дощ” записана Ольгою Верес в Луганській обл., Новоайдарський район,
с. Айдар-Миколаївка.
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The song “And the rain falls down” was noted down by Marko Halanevych from his grand- mother Oleksandra Koval.
Vinnytsya region, Bershadskyi district, village Krushynivka.
The song “Oh, the rain is outside” was noted down by Olga Veres in Luhansk region, Novoaydarskyi district, village Aydar- Mykolajivka.
lyrics
А дощик накрапає - (2) Батько, батько дочку ла(є)
А батько дочку лає - (2) Гулять, гулять не пускає
А мати горе знає - (2) Гулять, гулять дозволя(є)
Ой на дворе дощ, дощ
Не сильной, не дробной - (2) Не ситечком сеян - (2)
С ведра поливая
Да Мариюшка плача
Вна плача рыдая - (2)
Ой гуляй доню гуляй - (2) Поки, поки молода
А вже як стара будеш - (2) Гулять, гулять не буд(еш)
А вже як стара станеш - (2) Гулять, гулять перестан(еш)
Ой на дворе дощ, дощ
Не сильной, не дробной - (2) Не ситечком сеян - (2)
С ведра поливая - (2)
Всю пыль прибивая
Да Мариюшка плача
Вна плача рыдая - (2) Тяжело воздыхая
Ой кобы мне быти
Куда же мне деться - (2) Куда схорониться
Я кинуся, брошусь Батюшке й у сени - (2) Матушке в колени
Мне батюшка скажет Радимой прикажет
Да невеста, невеста
В нас тебе не место - (2) Да не вековоє - (2) Только часовоє.
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(2) Father, father scolding daughter And father scolding daughter - (2) To walk, does not let her walk
And mother knows the sorrow - (2) To walk, she lets her walk
There’s raining outside, there’s raining It is neither strong, nor drizzle - (2)
It is not sowed with a strainer - (2)
It rains cats and dogs - (2)
It lays the fug down
And Maria is crying
And crying and sobing - (2) Heaving a sigh
Oh what am I supposed to do Where can I go
Where can I hide out
Oh, walk, my daughter, walk While you are young
And when you are old - (2) You will not walk
And when you are old - (2) You will stop walking
There’s raining outside, there’s raining It is neither strong, nor drizzle - (2)
It is not sowed with a strainer - (2)
It rains cats and dogs - (2)
It lays the fug down
And Maria is crying
And crying and sobing - (2)
Heaving a sigh
Oh what am I supposed to do
Where can I go
Where can I hide out
I will rush, I will throw myself
To my father onto the inner porch - (2) And to my mother’s knees
And the father will tell me
He will order his darling
You’re the bride, the bride
And here is not your place - (2)
Not for ages - (2)
But it’s temporary
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Dearest Arooj, firstly thank you. My brother died this year n what can be said about such loss n sadness. I saw n heard you at The end of the Road in England. I spent many years in India n love all the music, poetry of your heritage. Thankyou Arooj❤️ ben1769
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