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Her Manelih

Artist: Chur

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Odnazdi rannym utrom v predrassvetniy chas,
Kohda homon ptychyi ne slishen,
Razdalsya devi-trollya tychyi nezniy hlas,
Sladko ricaryu tak hovoryvshyi:

"Herr Mannelyh, herr Mannelyh, supruhom bud' moym,
Odaryu tebya vsem, chto zelaesh'!
Chto tolko serdcu lyubo, poluchysh' v sey ze myh,
Lysh' otvet' mne – da yl net?"

"Daruyu tebe dyuzynu prekrasnich kobilyc,
Chto pasutsya sred' roshchy tenystoy.
Ony sedla ne znaly, ne vedaly uzdi,
Horyachy y kak veter bistri".

"Tvoymy stanut melnyci ot Tyllo do Terno,
Zernova ych yz medy chervlenoy,
Kolesa ych – ne sishchesh' chyshche serebro,
Tolko szalsya nad devoy vlyublennoy!"

"Prymy moy dar chudesniy – sey ostriy svetliy mech,
On pyatnadcat' kolec zlata stoyt.
Daruet on pobedu v lyuboy yz yarich sech,
Ym styazaesh' ti slavu heroya!"

"Ya dam tebe rubachu, koey krashe net,
Chto ne sshyta yz nytok yhloyu.
Ne vydan tut dosele stol chystiy beliy cvet –
Shelk tot vyazan umeloy rukoyu".

No ricar' rek nadmenno: "Stupay s daramy proch' –
Ti ne nosysh' svyatoe raspyat'e!
Menya ne yskusyt' tebe, d'yavolova doch',
Moy otvet tebe – boz'e proklyat'e!"

Y hor'ko zaridala deva-horniy troll,
Proch' ushla, bezuteshno stenaya:
"Zachem ti hordiy ricar', otverh moyu lyubov'
Pochemu ti tak zestok?"




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