Why In The Word Would You Need A License Just To Braid Hair?

Another version, arranged by Mykola Leontovych. Usually I’m not a big fan of classical arrangements of folk songs but this one’s really pretty:

https://soundcloud.com/vzadorojniy/leontovich_iz-za_gory_snizhok_letit

translated lyrics

(second version mostly, stuff between brackets belongs in the first version)

Snow flies from the mountain

[alt.Fire burns on the mountain]

and in the valley, a cossack lies

{cut and shot,  covered with a red cloth]

with a raven crowing at his head

and his steed pacing at his feet [alt. crying]

Do not pace, my steed, 

do not trample the earth

Run along the road

[alt. Oh my black steed,

my loyal companion

do not cry for me

run along the wide steppe road]

so that the Tatars may not catch you

May not take the saddle off your back

[ when you arrive at my fathers yard

hit the fence

When you arrive at the gates

beat them with your hooves]

My father [alt. My sister] will come out and unsaddle you

My mother will come out and ask you

“Well , black horse, where is my young son?”

[Your son, Mother, served the Khan

the Crimean Tatar

He served so well he got a fine lady for it

A proud and wealthy princess]

Don’t cry mother, don’t be sad

For your son has married

Took a fine young lady for himself

with a pit-house in the open field....

take a handful of sand

[ she rose early with the stars

washed the sand with her tears]

when that sand will sprout

your son will return from the army

the sand doesn’t sprout

the son doesn’t return from the war campaign...

bonus version:

twa corbies

i know that senseless violence shapes the world. i don’t have to accept that as a given forever. i don’t have to accept that as a good.

You Put Her Head In A Basket Like A Cabbage? Ah! Ah! No Monarchy for France! No Monarchy for France for One Thousand Years! !!

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My favorite version so far.Beautiful music,obviosly, but also beautifully acted and staged.The “messenger”part actually made me cry in class ,something I haven’t done since I was 14.

Monteverdi’s l'Orfeo, conducted by Jordi Savall, performed by Le Concert des Nations, La Capella Reial de Catalunya, and soloists.

I am so fond of this version, from the elegant set to the instrumentalists (crisp and full of vigour) to the warm and frankly imperfect singing. But what really makes it is Mr Savall’s entrance. The drums and brass start playing, and there he goes, striding down to the pit in his billowing robes. Jordi, you magnificent bastard!

Orange ball!! ORANGE BALL!!

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