Bulat Okudzhava
- A Merry Little Drummer, by Alexander Givental
(Every morning, summer morning, every summer...) - The happy drummer, by Alec Vagapov
(Get up early...)
«No, the dead are never dead to us! / There is an old Scottish legend, / That their shadows, invisible to eyes, / In midnight visit us once on the weekend. That dusty harps are hanging on the walls, / Mysteriously touch by their hands, / And they awake in the slumbering strings / The s...»
«Midnight dark came, no words to describe / Only the river from the moon shines / And behind the river an unknown tribe, / Lighting the fires, roaring smiles. Tomorrow we’ll all meet and learn / Who will be the master of places these all / The tribe’s men believe in a black stone’s h...»
«Midnight descends, darkness everywhere, / Only the river glitters from the moon / Beyond the river an unknown tribe somewhere / Is lighting fires and making angry sounds. We’ll meet tomorrow and determine then / Who is the master over all this land, / They’re aided by the wearing of b...»
«Midnight descended, impenetrable darkness, / Only the river glistens from the moon, / And across the river, an unknown tribe, / Lighting its fires, makes noise. Tomorrow we shall meet and find out / Who is to become the ruler of these parts; / They are helped by a black stone, / We — ...»