I'm Fond Of This Song For Some Reason Ok - Blog Posts

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: