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    It was in the spring

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    lockie
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    It was in the spring

    Post by lockie on Sat Sep 24, 2016 6:37 pm

    It is a famous Soviet Jewish artist Yuriy Nikulin
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    Re: It was in the spring

    Post by woofiedog on Wed Sep 28, 2016 1:56 pm

    There are many variations of the text, however, the copyright to the song recorded in the RW in the name of Gregory Shurmaka

    The song is a kind of tragic anthem convicts appeared in the second half of the 1940s. In the 1930s and early 1940s escapes from prisons were rare, because usually brutally suppressed - just shot escapees.

    With the arrival in camp gulag former prisoners of Nazi camps and the former rebels, nationalists, especially Ukrainian, shoots have become a serious problem. Song poeticizes desire for freedom and hatred of those who guard prisoners and prisoners.

    "On the Tundra"

    I lie alone and spit in potolochek.
    Previous law is guilty before God, and I am clean.
    Before me, as an icon, the entire exclusion zone,
    And the tower looms brutal security officer.

    It was in the spring, in May, verdant,
    When Tundra woke up, turned the carpet.
    We ran two other wetting vertuhaya,
    We fled from the area, we have rolled a ball.

    Swan flock flew towards us,
    We are on the south, to the north of it - everyone wants in their home.
    This tundra without boundary, these rare spruce,
    This day is endless - not feeling bredёm feet.

    Chorus:
    On the tundra, by rail,
    Where the train runs "Vorkuta-Leningrad".
    On the tundra, by rail,
    Where the train runs "Vorkuta-Leningrad".

    Rain dripped on us snout and muzzle revolvers
    We are surrounded by the Cheka, "Hands up!" - They say.
    But they miscalculated, surrounded punched -
    Those who love freedom, do not want to take the bullet.

    We are now on the loose, the dream of,
    About which so much talk in the camps.
    Before we open the immeasurable distance.
    And now we will be at liberty to steal!

    Chorus
    On the tundra, by rail,
    Where the train runs "Vorkuta-Leningrad".
    On the tundra, by rail,
    Where the train runs "Vorkuta-Leningrad".

    Wind whips on rylam, whistling in the muzzle of the revolver,
    Lay shepherds closer, tapping machines.
    I do not see my po Dnyan mom
    My girl in white and lilac gardens.

    Chorus
    On the tundra, by rail,
    Where the train runs "Vorkuta-Leningrad".
    On the tundra, by rail,
    Where the train runs "Vorkuta-Leningrad".

    Late at night, quiet down our hut after Shmona,
    He is sleeping peacefully in the bucket goner Marxist.
    Before me, as an icon, the entire exclusion zone,
    And the tower is the same hateful security officer.

    Chorus
    On the tundra, by rail,
    Where is the train rushes "Vorkuta-Leningrad".
    On the tundra, by rail,
    Where is racing fast, "Vorkuta-Leningrad".

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