@@favouriteislandgirl Girl.. get in line.😂 There are so many girls already before you, and he's married, so you may wait a while. 😋 jk But I understand, it is very hard not to fall in love with him. Such a beautiful man. 😌 His wife is so lucky. 😔
Девушка плачет, потому, что это идёт из самого сердца. Мощь русского фольклора не может оставить никого. А тут ещё и голос и исполнение Шаманом! В него не возможно не влюбится. Какой восторг испытала эта прекрасная девушка. Спасибо, 1000 раз спасибо. ❤💖💞🌷🌷🌷🌅🌅🌅
Милая, родная девушка, спасибо вам за реакцию! Вам абсолютно не надо знать слова песни, вы её очень верно поняли своей душой❤! Удивительно, как совпадают ваши с SHAMAN сердца!
...этот точно, без болей в сердце на твою ПОЗОРНУЮ пенсюшку и не взглянешь... - денег нет, но ты крепись...- ЛЕНУСЬКА МАРТЫНОВА положила на тебя большой болт...
It's a sad Cossack song named Lovely, brothers, lovely. As across the black channel, to the wide shore, Cossacks drove out forty thousand horses. And the field was covered, and the shore was covered With the hundreds people who had been hacked with checkers and shot. Lovely, brothers, lovely, lovely, brothers, to live. We do not have to grieve with our Cossack chief. Lovely, brothers, lovely, lovely, brothers, to live. We do not have to grieve with our Cossack chief. And the first bullet, and the first bullet, And the first bullet wounded my horse in the leg . And the second bullet, and the second bullet, And the second bullet wounded me in my heart. Lovely, brothers, lovely, lovely, brothers, to live. We do not have to grieve with our Cossack chief. Lovely, brothers, lovely, lovely, brothers, to live. We do not have to grieve with our Cossack chief. My wife will mourn and marry another, She’ll marry my friend and forget about me. I feel pity only for my will and a wide field, And for my old mother and a brown horse. Lovely, brothers, lovely, lovely, brothers, to live. We do not have to grieve with our Cossack chief. Lovely, brothers, lovely, lovely, brothers, to live. We do not have to grieve with our Cossack chief. My blond curls, my light eyes Will be covered by grasses, weeds and wormwood. The kites and ravens will scatter My white bones and my brave heart all over the steppe. Lovely, brothers, lovely, lovely, brothers, to live. We do not have to grieve with our Cossack chief. Lovely, brothers, lovely, lovely, brothers, to live. We do not have to grieve with our Cossack chief.
Thanks for the reaction, brother! Please try to understand that it is IMPOSSIBLE for Russians to separate people based on just their appearance and country of origin: we pay attention to people's behavior, their lifestyle, and their work. And any schoolboy knows that the homeland of Homo sapiens is Africa; and white-skinned people appeared only 10-12 thousand years ago (this was an adaptation to very little insolation in the northern regions). Yes, Russia is also grateful to Africa for our greatest poet, Pushkin
LOVE, BROTHERS, LOVE As through the black channel, to the wide shore, The Cossacks drove out forty thousand horses. And the field was covered And the shore was covered The bodies of hundreds of people who were hacked and shot. I love, brothers, I love, I love life, brothers! You don't have to grieve with our captain., I love, brothers, I love, I love life, brothers! You don't have to grieve with our captain., And the first bullet, and the first bullet..., and the first bullet wounded the horse in the leg. And the second bullet, and the second bullet, and the second bullet wounded me in the heart. I love, brothers, I love, I love life, brothers! You don't have to grieve with our captain., I love, brothers, I love, I love life, brothers! You don't have to grieve with our captain., And my wife will cry, She's going to marry someone else., She's going to marry my friend., She'll forget about me. I only feel sorry for freedom. and a wide field, I feel sorry for the old mother and the brown horse. I love, brothers, I love, I love life, brothers! You don't have to grieve with our captain., I love, brothers, I love, I love life, brothers! You don't have to grieve with our captain., My blond curls, my light eyes Will be covered by grasses, weeds and wormwood. My bones are white, my heart is brave Together with kites and crows, they will fly across the steppe. I love, brothers, I love, I love life, brothers! You don't have to grieve with our captain., I love, brothers, I love, I love life, brothers! It's not scary to die with our captain Here is another good adapted translation. I copied it from someone else's comment. t's a sad Cossack song named Lovely, brothers, lovely. As across the black channel, to the wide shore, Cossacks drove out forty thousand horses. And the field was covered, and the shore was covered With the hundreds people who had been hacked with checkers and shot. Lovely, brothers, lovely, lovely, brothers, to live. We do not have to grieve with our Cossack chief. Lovely, brothers, lovely, lovely, brothers, to live. We do not have to grieve with our Cossack chief. And the first bullet, and the first bullet, And the first bullet wounded my horse in the leg . And the second bullet, and the second bullet, And the second bullet wounded me in my heart. Lovely, brothers, lovely, lovely, brothers, to live. We do not have to grieve with our Cossack chief. Lovely, brothers, lovely, lovely, brothers, to live. We do not have to grieve with our Cossack chief. My wife will mourn and marry another, She’ll marry my friend and forget about me. I feel pity only for my will and a wide field, And for my old mother and a brown horse. Lovely, brothers, lovely, lovely, brothers, to live. We do not have to grieve with our Cossack chief. Lovely, brothers, lovely, lovely, brothers, to live. We do not have to grieve with our Cossack chief. My blond curls, my light eyes Will be covered by grasses, weeds and wormwood. The kites and ravens will scatter My white bones and my brave heart all over the steppe. Lovely, brothers, lovely, lovely, brothers, to live. We do not have to grieve with our Cossack chief. Lovely, brothers, lovely, lovely, brothers, to live. We do not have to grieve with our Cossack chief.
Яр-это самородок дня сегодняшнего, яркий, скромный, молюсь за него , его талант и трудолюбие. Благодарим бог что он явился нам сокровище русской души, патриотизма, глубоких по содержанию и исполнению всех его песен. Храни, господь, нашего сына Отечества!!!❤🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏
This is the Shaman's performance on the music show "With all my heart." “Songs from the Whole Heart” is a musical TV show hosted by Andrey Malakhov. Visiting Andrei Malakhov, nugget talents gather around one large table, who have something to be proud of and something to amaze the country with. In a warm, friendly atmosphere, they talk about their dreams, families, children, grandparents and sing. The song is called "Lyubo, brothers, love". It's pronounced: "Lyubo, brattsy, lyubo" and means collective approval. The song is based on the battle on the Kallalakh River in the spring of 1774 between the troops of the Crimean Khan Devlet-Girey in the amount of about 15,000 mounted Tatars (each of whom could have two additional horses and indeed the total number of horses could be about 40,000) and the Russians military units (Cossacks) accompanying the convoy, in the amount of 2,000 horsemen. Victory remained with the Russians. It is difficult to convey the circumstances of this brutal battle in this format. But the Cossacks really drove a huge enemy army to the river, acting in three directions. Due to the large historical period, which included numerous battles, the words of the song changed many times and the song is sung in different ways and is considered folk. The translation reflects the general meaning of the song, but not its soul: How to cross the Black Erik (narrow channel) to the wide bank The Cossacks drove out forty thousand horses And the shore was covered, and the shore was covered Hundreds of chopped and shot people. Chorus: Love, brothers, love ("Lyubo, brattsy, lyubo"), Love, brothers, to live. There is no need to bother with our chieftain. And the first bullet, and the first bullet, And the first bullet wounded the horse in the leg. And the second bullet, and the second bullet, And the second bullet in the heart wounded me. Chorus: And the woman will cry, marry someone else, For my comrade, he will forget about me, I only feel sorry for the freedom in the wide pole, I feel sorry for the old mother and the dun horse. Chorus: My blonde curls, my bright eyes They will be overgrown with grass, weeds and wormwood, My bones are white, my heart is brave They will be scattered across the steppe by kites and crows. Chorus:
СПАСИБО! Вы влюблены в SHAMAN🥰 ! Ваша реакция это доказывает. Ярослав Дронов очень хорошо и красиво исполняет народные песни, песни России. Он МАСТЕР!
I sure am ❤
@@favouriteislandgirl Girl.. get in line.😂 There are so many girls already before you, and he's married, so you may wait a while. 😋 jk But I understand, it is very hard not to fall in love with him. Such a beautiful man. 😌 His wife is so lucky. 😔
Девушка плачет, потому, что это идёт из самого сердца. Мощь русского фольклора не может оставить никого. А тут ещё и голос и исполнение Шаманом! В него не возможно не влюбится. Какой восторг испытала эта прекрасная девушка. Спасибо, 1000 раз спасибо. ❤💖💞🌷🌷🌷🌅🌅🌅
Awsss thank you . My pleasure 🙏 😊
Спасибо Вам,дорогая,за такую бурную и положительную реакцию на наши исконные русские песни и нашего любимца Ярослава Шаман!!!❤
My pleasure 🙏
Спасибо за реакцию, прекрасная девушка с русской душой. Привет из России!
При чем тут русская душа? У нас в России не только русские живут, и всем нравится эта песня!!!!
Ах,как шикарно поет Ярослав эту песню!Какой ,Ярослав,до слез!!!!❤❤❤
Спасибо милая девушка, 1000 раз спасибо за прекрасные слова о Шамане! ❤💖💞🌷🌷🌷🌅🌅🌅💋
My pleasure 🙏
@@favouriteislandgirlвы очень милая и красивая девушка будьте счастливы.Слушайте русскую музыку ❤спасибо за интерес
Спасибо.Это наши исконно русские песни.
Милая девушка, вы прекрасны! Спасибо вам ! SHAMAN неподражаем! Браво!❤
Thank you so much my pleasure 🙏
Милая, родная девушка, спасибо вам за реакцию!
Вам абсолютно не надо знать слова песни, вы её очень верно поняли своей душой❤!
Удивительно, как совпадают ваши с SHAMAN сердца!
So true amazing . Thank you it was truly my pleasure 🙏 ❤
Сколько слушаю эту песню, столько и сердце болит. Исполнение прекрасное
...этот точно, без болей в сердце на твою ПОЗОРНУЮ пенсюшку и не взглянешь... - денег нет, но ты крепись...- ЛЕНУСЬКА МАРТЫНОВА положила на тебя большой болт...
@@user-po5fk2uc2t Ха-Ха-Ха! Что за неадекват?
@@user-po5fk2uc2tбиблиотЭка,библиотЭка.....Ага?
❤ from Russia!
Спасибо за реакцию! Вы правильно почувствовали песню. Ярослав Дронов (SHAMAN)- наш самый любимый, самый лучший музыкант!
He is mines to . So powerful and amazing 👏
Милая девушка, спасибо🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺из России с ❤❤❤
My pleasure 🙏
🇷🇺 Шаман из любой песни сделает 🍬🙂 отличный выбор песни 👍😏❤️🔥👍👍👍👍👍
It's a sad Cossack song named Lovely, brothers, lovely.
As across the black channel, to the wide shore,
Cossacks drove out forty thousand horses.
And the field was covered, and the shore was covered
With the hundreds people who had been hacked with checkers and shot.
Lovely, brothers, lovely, lovely, brothers, to live.
We do not have to grieve with our Cossack chief.
Lovely, brothers, lovely, lovely, brothers, to live.
We do not have to grieve with our Cossack chief.
And the first bullet, and the first bullet,
And the first bullet wounded my horse in the leg .
And the second bullet, and the second bullet,
And the second bullet wounded me in my heart.
Lovely, brothers, lovely, lovely, brothers, to live.
We do not have to grieve with our Cossack chief.
Lovely, brothers, lovely, lovely, brothers, to live.
We do not have to grieve with our Cossack chief.
My wife will mourn and marry another,
She’ll marry my friend and forget about me.
I feel pity only for my will and a wide field,
And for my old mother and a brown horse.
Lovely, brothers, lovely, lovely, brothers, to live.
We do not have to grieve with our Cossack chief.
Lovely, brothers, lovely, lovely, brothers, to live.
We do not have to grieve with our Cossack chief.
My blond curls, my light eyes
Will be covered by grasses, weeds and wormwood.
The kites and ravens will scatter
My white bones and my brave heart all over the steppe.
Lovely, brothers, lovely, lovely, brothers, to live.
We do not have to grieve with our Cossack chief.
Lovely, brothers, lovely, lovely, brothers, to live.
We do not have to grieve with our Cossack chief.
Прекрасный адаптированный перевод.
@@user-uj6ol1wp6u Спасибо)
Ты очень милая ❤❤ ❤
Thank you ❤
@@favouriteislandgirl 🥰
You never cieze to amaze me darlin ❤️👍
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Милая девушка, слушайте русскую народную музыку
Спасибо за реакцию !
Мурашки по телу так и гуляют...
Спасибо милая девушка, ты умеешь слышать песню и чувствовать ее, Ярослав прекрасен, красив , талантлив, он наше солнце ☀️!!! Спасибо. ❤❤❤
Thank you . It was my pleasure 🙏
Thanks for the reaction, brother! Please try to understand that it is IMPOSSIBLE for Russians to separate people based on just their appearance and country of origin: we pay attention to people's behavior, their lifestyle, and their work. And any schoolboy knows that the homeland of Homo sapiens is Africa; and white-skinned people appeared only 10-12 thousand years ago (this was an adaptation to very little insolation in the northern regions). Yes, Russia is also grateful to Africa for our greatest poet, Pushkin
LOVE, BROTHERS, LOVE
As through the black channel, to the wide shore,
The Cossacks drove out forty thousand horses.
And the field was covered
And the shore was covered
The bodies of hundreds of people who were hacked and shot.
I love, brothers, I love,
I love life, brothers!
You don't have to grieve with our captain.,
I love, brothers, I love,
I love life, brothers!
You don't have to grieve with our captain.,
And the first bullet, and the first bullet...,
and the first bullet wounded the horse in the leg.
And the second bullet, and the second bullet,
and the second bullet wounded me in the heart.
I love, brothers, I love,
I love life, brothers!
You don't have to grieve with our captain.,
I love, brothers, I love,
I love life, brothers!
You don't have to grieve with our captain.,
And my wife will cry,
She's going to marry someone else.,
She's going to marry my friend.,
She'll forget about me.
I only feel sorry for freedom.
and a wide field,
I feel sorry for the old mother and the brown horse.
I love, brothers, I love,
I love life, brothers!
You don't have to grieve with our captain.,
I love, brothers, I love,
I love life, brothers!
You don't have to grieve with our captain.,
My blond curls, my light eyes
Will be covered by grasses, weeds and wormwood.
My bones are white, my heart is brave
Together with kites and crows, they will fly across the steppe.
I love, brothers, I love,
I love life, brothers!
You don't have to grieve with our captain.,
I love, brothers, I love,
I love life, brothers!
It's not scary to die with our captain
Here is another good adapted translation. I copied it from someone else's comment.
t's a sad Cossack song named Lovely, brothers, lovely.
As across the black channel, to the wide shore,
Cossacks drove out forty thousand horses.
And the field was covered, and the shore was covered
With the hundreds people who had been hacked with checkers and shot.
Lovely, brothers, lovely, lovely, brothers, to live.
We do not have to grieve with our Cossack chief.
Lovely, brothers, lovely, lovely, brothers, to live.
We do not have to grieve with our Cossack chief.
And the first bullet, and the first bullet,
And the first bullet wounded my horse in the leg .
And the second bullet, and the second bullet,
And the second bullet wounded me in my heart.
Lovely, brothers, lovely, lovely, brothers, to live.
We do not have to grieve with our Cossack chief.
Lovely, brothers, lovely, lovely, brothers, to live.
We do not have to grieve with our Cossack chief.
My wife will mourn and marry another,
She’ll marry my friend and forget about me.
I feel pity only for my will and a wide field,
And for my old mother and a brown horse.
Lovely, brothers, lovely, lovely, brothers, to live.
We do not have to grieve with our Cossack chief.
Lovely, brothers, lovely, lovely, brothers, to live.
We do not have to grieve with our Cossack chief.
My blond curls, my light eyes
Will be covered by grasses, weeds and wormwood.
The kites and ravens will scatter
My white bones and my brave heart all over the steppe.
Lovely, brothers, lovely, lovely, brothers, to live.
We do not have to grieve with our Cossack chief.
Lovely, brothers, lovely, lovely, brothers, to live.
We do not have to grieve with our Cossack chief.
Яр-это самородок дня сегодняшнего, яркий, скромный, молюсь за него , его талант и трудолюбие. Благодарим бог что он явился нам сокровище русской души, патриотизма, глубоких по содержанию и исполнению всех его песен. Храни, господь, нашего сына Отечества!!!❤🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏
Bravo Shaman!
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Thank you very much for your reaction.
My pleasure 🙏
Это песня «страшных» казаков 😂😂😂
folk
🙂🙃😙 👍✋👋
💪👍😢✊👏👏👏💓💯
Вы прекрасны как первый подснежеик раней весной послушайте группу Атыкен Алтай или Легенда это наша Сибирская группа.
This is the Shaman's performance on the music show "With all my heart." “Songs from the Whole Heart” is a musical TV show hosted by Andrey Malakhov. Visiting Andrei Malakhov, nugget talents gather around one large table, who have something to be proud of and something to amaze the country with. In a warm, friendly atmosphere, they talk about their dreams, families, children, grandparents and sing. The song is called "Lyubo, brothers, love". It's pronounced: "Lyubo, brattsy, lyubo" and means collective approval.
The song is based on the battle on the Kallalakh River in the spring of 1774 between the troops of the Crimean Khan Devlet-Girey in the amount of about 15,000 mounted Tatars (each of whom could have two additional horses and indeed the total number of horses could be about 40,000) and the Russians military units (Cossacks) accompanying the convoy, in the amount of 2,000 horsemen. Victory remained with the Russians. It is difficult to convey the circumstances of this brutal battle in this format. But the Cossacks really drove a huge enemy army to the river, acting in three directions.
Due to the large historical period, which included numerous battles, the words of the song changed many times and the song is sung in different ways and is considered folk.
The translation reflects the general meaning of the song, but not its soul:
How to cross the Black Erik (narrow channel) to the wide bank
The Cossacks drove out forty thousand horses
And the shore was covered, and the shore was covered
Hundreds of chopped and shot people.
Chorus:
Love, brothers, love ("Lyubo, brattsy, lyubo"),
Love, brothers, to live.
There is no need to bother with our chieftain.
And the first bullet, and the first bullet,
And the first bullet wounded the horse in the leg.
And the second bullet, and the second bullet,
And the second bullet in the heart wounded me.
Chorus:
And the woman will cry, marry someone else,
For my comrade, he will forget about me,
I only feel sorry for the freedom in the wide pole,
I feel sorry for the old mother and the dun horse.
Chorus:
My blonde curls, my bright eyes
They will be overgrown with grass, weeds and wormwood,
My bones are white, my heart is brave
They will be scattered across the steppe by kites and crows.
Chorus:
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💯👍Thank you honey. Greetings from Russia.❤
Welcome Russia 🇷🇺 👏 it was my pleasure 🙏
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