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Belarusian music [Tonträger]

anthology of folk music, spirit of folk
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Jahr: 2010
Verlag: Moskva, Melodija
Mediengruppe: Musik-CD

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Jahr: 2010
Verlag: Moskva, Melodija
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Beschreibung: 2 CDs + Beiheft
Schlagwörter: Volksmusik, Weißrussland, Belarus
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Fußnote: Enthält: Shrovetide, Shrovetide on the streets. Oh, spring, oh, beautiful. Give us your blessing, mother, for welcoming the spring!. Green garden where cherries grow!. They brought one bush from the green woods. Today we have St. John's Eve. Summer. The rye was reaped under the crescent. Oh, you reaping work. Oh, give me some advice. How the danube had an argument with the sea. The wind is blowing, the rye is ripening. Our landowner has an early havest. Is the cup of the nut full, is it filled with kernel, is it full?. Towards the danube. Carol. Let us sing a song to our wonderful master. O-ho-ho, my goat, O-ho-ho, my grey one. Kamarytskaya. Let us find Tsareshka a wife. Lyavonikha. The Carol song!. Grow, round loaf. Have no fear, Kinsmen. How young zinna sat at the table. How to pity the bride. How the maple leaf flew into the garden. The round loaf was boasting of itself. Do you know, nobody is tending to the vine garden. Oh, two rivers have merged together. Thank you, my girls for this outfit. Oh, I am crying - Do you not hear me. Wedding March for the Newlyweeds. Syamenaoona. Oh, my dear Kinsmen, it is time to go home. The silken hits against the wall. The birch was standing by the gates. Come out, mother from your new cell. The birth. My friend, Godfather, why are you sitting there so sad?. Yes, thank the Blacksmith for having set up this game for us. Gypsies. The valley is wide, the mist is spreading. I will plant cucumbers in the cherry garden. Oh, from under the hill the wild wind is blowing. Recruiter's song. My cuckoo. Nightingale, nightingale, sorrowful, unhappy. Oh, I shall go up on that hill, where my love awoke. Oh, are you, mother Cherry, or am I redundant for you?. Oh, you mist, you mist. I shall plant cucumber over the fast river. Over Siberia the sun us rising. Oh, under the hill, under the hill, it is still misty. On the Turkish fields oh! Nothing grows there. The Ox cars drivers were going by ...
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