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Drinking songs for a wedding

At the wedding you can remember all the songs that our people love and appreciate so much! Among them there may be folk songs, as well as those songs that have an author. We have prepared ready-made songs for you...

Nowadays it is difficult to imagine a wedding without songs. And as everyone has known for a long time, our man has a special style of song and sings at any opportunity. And at such an event as a wedding, how can you not start singing! If you remember an old Russian wedding, it never took place without songs.

You can remember all the songs that our people love and appreciate. There are several types of wedding songs. These can be songs that the people themselves composed, as well as songs that have an author; among them you can find songs for every taste: for the bride, groom, parents and wedding anniversaries... And if you have a special talent, you can compose your own song, for example, using a ready-made melody. However, if you are not comfortable with poetry, then we have prepared ready-made song lyrics for you.

WILL I GO OUT TO THE RIVER (Folk words and music)

Will I go out to the river, will I look at the fast one, will I not see my dear, heartfelt friend. We will come together, we will bow, We will sit, we will have fun, We will sit, we will have fun, We will go home and say goodbye: “Farewell, dear yacht, I would not part with you.” “You are my green grape, you have made me crazy.” They told me about my dear, My dear is not alive, not well, My dear is not alive, not well, As if he had gone missing. And today my darling walked along the street. He walked along the street and whistled loudly. He whistled loudly and didn't look at the window. There is a sign on the window - A branch is hanging from the grapes. Is it according to that sign that I will come to my dear friend. My dear one is very happy, He opened the gates, He opened the gates, He met me in the middle of the yard, He met me in the middle of the yard, He pressed his white hands.

WHY DID I KNOW YOU, MY DEAR (Folk words and music)

Why did I recognize you, my dear, Why did you return my love? Oh, it would be better if I didn’t know my grief, If my heart wouldn’t beat again. You are tormenting a young heart, Your sweetheart is calling you... Only golden time passes, Why don’t you, the desired one, come? . I wait, and then the long-awaited one comes, kisses, gently takes the hand... Ah, dear friend, my gentle, long-awaited friend! And the heart sings a song of joy.

A comment. This song can be started if the groom, for some reason, is temporarily absent from the bride.

THE STITCHES ARE OVERGROWN (Folk words and music)

The paths and stitches have become overgrown, Where the darling's feet passed, They have become overgrown with moss and grass, Where we walked, darling, with you. We hugged, said goodbye tearfully, We promised to remember each other. Since then I have no peace, It’s true that my dear one is walking with someone else. If he forgets, if he stops loving, If he falls in love with another sweetheart, I will swear to take revenge on him, I will drown in a deep river. Songbirds, tell the truth, Bring the news about your dear one, Where has the dear one disappeared, where is he disappearing? The poor heart cries and suffers. The paths and stitches have become overgrown, Where the darling's feet passed, They have become overgrown with moss and grass, Where we walked, darling, with you.

WILL I GO, WILL I GO, YES (Folk words and music)

Will I go, will I go out, yes, Will I go, will I go out, yes, Down into the valley, into the valley, yes, Down into the valley, into the wide valley. Will I pluck, will I pluck, yes, Will I pluck, will I pluck, yes, a berry from a grape, yes, a berry from a wine grape. Either it’s not a berry for me, yes, Or it’s not a wine berry for me, yes, I picked a flower, yes, I’m an owl wreath. I’ll throw myself, I’ll throw myself, yes, I’ll throw myself, I’ll throw myself, yes, to the young man’s knees, to the dear young man’s. I’m sitting with a young man, yes, I’m looking at a young man, yes, Tell me, soul, tell me, light, yes, Tell me, do you love me or not? Tell me, soul, tell me, light, yes, Tell me, do you love or not? - yes, “I don’t like to love, yes, I can’t stop looking at it!”

A comment. While the song is being performed, the bride can dance, and at the end sit on the groom’s lap and, as if in a song, ask him: “Do you love or not?”

COSSACK PARABLE (Folk words and music)

Oh, it’s not evening, it’s not evening, I didn’t sleep much, I didn’t sleep much, Oh, I dreamed about it. In a dream I dreamed that my black horse was playing around, running wild, frolicking under me. Oh, evil winds came from the eastern side, and tore off the black cap from my wild head. And Esaul was shrewd, He was able to unravel my dream: Oh, it will disappear, Your wild head told me. Oh, it’s not evening, it’s not evening, I didn’t sleep much, I didn’t sleep much, Oh, I saw it in a dream.

OH FROST, FROST (Folk words and music)

Oh frost, frost, don’t freeze me, Don’t freeze me, my horse. My white-maned horse, I have a wife, oh, jealous. My wife, oh, beautiful, is waiting for me home, waiting, sad. I'll come home at sunset. I'll hug my wife and water my horse. I’ll water my horse and lie down to sleep. I can’t scare the Cossack because of the frost. I'll light a hot flame in the oven, My wife has sweet lips. Sweet lips and a white body, my dear does not let me sleep. I can’t sleep in the house with my young wife, Ataman is calling me to the Don River. Don’t cry, wife, don’t be sad, Wait for me home, wait, beauty! Oh frost, frost, don’t freeze me, Don’t freeze me, my horse.

OH, FULL, MY BOX IS FULL (Folk words and music)

Oh, my box is full, my box is full, There are both chintz and brocade, Have pity, my soul, sweetheart, on the well-done shoulder! I’ll go out into the high rye, I’ll hang out there until nightfall, when I see my black-eyed one, I’ll lay out all the goods. So the foggy night has fallen, the daring fellow is waiting. Chu! There goes, my desired one has arrived - A merchant is selling goods. Katya bargains carefully, Afraid to hand over everything, The guy kisses the girl, Asks for higher prices. I myself paid considerable prices, Don’t haggle, don’t be stingy, Give me your scarlet lips, Sit closer to the young man! He gave her a whole piece of calico, a scarlet ribbon for her braids, a belt for a white shirt to gird for haymaking. My beloved put everything in the box, except for the ring: • I don’t want to go dressed up without my dear friend! •You guys are such fools, didn’t you bring half a glass of sweet vodka yourself, and didn’t take any gifts? Well, wait, I make an indestructible promise, The father has a beloved child, You remember my speech: The box will be emptied, I will come home on Intercession, And you, my sweetheart, I will take you to God’s church! Only the dark night knows how they got along, straighten up, tall rye, keep the secret sacred!

THE MONTH HAS BEEN PAINTED Crimson (Folk words and music)

The month turned crimson, Where the waves roared near the rocks. “Let’s go for a ride, beauty, I’ve been waiting for you for a long time.” “I go with you willingly, I love the waves of the sea. Give the sail full rein, and I myself will sit at the helm.” “You rule the open sea, Where we cannot cope with the storm. In such crazy weather, you can’t trust the waves.” "It is forbidden? Why, my dear? And in the past, past fate, Do you remember, treacherous traitor, How I trusted you? The month turned crimson, Where the waves roared near the rocks. “Let’s go for a ride, beauty, I’ve been waiting for you for a long time.”

OVER THE FIELDS AND OVER THE PURE (Folk words and music)

Over the fields and over the clean ones The moon flies like a bird, And the flat field glitters with silver sparks. Well, more friendly, ringing bells, pouring voices! Eh, you brave fellow, Eh, you maiden beauty! The manes are curled with frost, The face is dusted with snow, Come out to meet, beauty, A dear friend on the porch! Poo, more friendly, ringing bells, pouring voices! Oh, you brave fellow, Oh, you maiden beauty! Clear eyes will look into the soul, Your head will spin... With a sweetheart, life is like the red sun, And without a sweetheart - tryn-grass!.. Well, more friendly, ringing bells, Flood voices! Oh, you brave fellow, Oh, you maiden beauty!

THE REEDS MADE NOISE, THE TREES BENT (Folk words and music)

The reeds rustled, the trees bent, and the night was dark. One beloved couple walked all night until the morning. And in the morning she woke up, There was rumpled grass all around, And more than one grass was rumpled - My youth was rumpled. You will come home, and at home they will ask: “Where did you walk, where were you?” And you say: “I was walking in the garden, I couldn’t find the path home.” And if they scold you at home, then come here again... She came: he is not there, he will never be. She covered her eyes with a handkerchief and began to cry loudly: “Where did my beauty go? To whom did I give my happiness?..” The reeds rustled, the trees bent, And the night was dark. One beloved couple walked all night until the morning.

LIKE AT OUR GATES (Folk words and music)

Like ours at the gate, Ai-lyuli, at the gate, There was a round dance of girls, Ai-lyuli, round dance. A herd of young girls, Ai-lyuli, a herd, The girls called me, Ai-lyuli, they called, The young women beckoned, Ai-lyuli, beckoned, To go for a walk on the street, Ai-lyuli, to take a walk, To play with the guys, Ai-lyuli, to play. My father-in-law didn’t let me in, Ai-lyuli, he didn’t let me in. At least he let me in, but he threatened, Ai-lyuli, he threatened: “Walk, young, not for long, Ai-lyuli, not for long.” And I, when I was young, walked, Ai-lyuli, walked. I'm here until dawn, Ai-lyuli, until dawn. I walk up to the yard, Ai-lyuli, to the yard, Father-in-law walks around the yard, Ai-lyuli, around the yard, Hanging his head, Ai-lyuli, head. The father-in-law will beat the young, Ai-lyuli, beat the young!

SADIK I SADILA (Words and folk music)

I planted the garden myself, I will water it myself, I loved my dear one myself, I will forget it myself. Oh, what kind of little garden is this, such a green one? Oh, what kind of boy is this, such a shameless one? He let in a thin sweetheart, All the neighbors say, They scold me behind my eyes, But they praise me in my eyes. On a walk in front of the people, he began to kiss the girl. And the girl felt ashamed and began to cry and sob. And the boy felt sorry, he began to console her, bought a silk handkerchief, and began to wipe away his tears. “Don’t cry, don’t cry, girl, Don’t cry, soul girl, I’ll just serve the call, I’ll marry you.” “Boy, you can’t marry, You can’t take me, a girl, Your rich daddy won’t allow you to take me.”

A YOUNG COSSACK WALKS ALONG THE DON (Adaptation of poems by Dm. Oznobishina Folk music)

A young Cossack is walking along the Don, and a maiden is crying over the fast river. “What are you crying about, maiden, what are you shedding tears about?” “And how can I not cry, not shed bitter tears: When I was young, I slept in a cradle, When I got older, I went to a gypsy woman. The gypsy woman wondered, took one hand, took the other, looked into the eyes: “You will not be a married wife at home, You will drown, girl, on your wedding day.” “Don’t trust, darling, don’t trust anyone, Believe, darling, only me alone. Let’s go get married, I’ll build a bridge, I’ll build a bridge for a thousand miles.” Now I hear and hear: the bridges are humming, Probably, probably, they are carrying the bride. The horse stumbled and fell off the bridge, the Bride fell into the steep banks. First she screamed: “Farewell, mother, father!” The second time she cried out: “Goodbye, white light!” And on the third she cried out: “Farewell, my dear, We probably won’t live with you!”

IN SPRING THE VOLGA WILL FLOOD (Folk words and music)

In the spring the Volga will overflow, the Volga is the mother river, and your heart will beat, flooding the banks.

Chorus: The lilac is blooming, Don’t cry, it will come... Oh, Kolya, my chest hurts, I loved you enough. The girl sheds tears out of grief, the Volga is mother river, but the Volga groans with songs, floods the banks.

Chorus. Whoever wears my ring, the Volga is the mother river, The fever will leave him, Floods the banks.

Chorus. She is my sweet cherry, Mother Volga River, Sings - you can hear it far away, Floods the banks.

Chorus. The river will rise, I will walk on the ice, the Volga is the mother river, my dear one will leave me, I will find new ones, it will flood the banks. Chorus.

What should I do - my mind has gone wild, the Volga is a mother river, There is one - another has been found, Floods the banks. Chorus. I will sew a dress from cambric Volga Mother River, I will love the accordion player, Floods the banks.

AM I TO GUILTY (Folk words and music)

Am I to blame, am I to blame, Am I to blame for loving? Am I to blame that my voice trembled when I sang the song to him? Guilty all around, guilty of everything. You still want to justify yourself. So why, why did you allow yourself to be kissed on this moonlit night? He kissed and pardoned, kissed and pardoned, Said that I would be his, But I believed everything and, like a rose, blossomed, Because I loved him. Oh, my mother, oh, my mother! Let me go for a walk. At night the stars shine, at night they give affection, at night everyone talks about love. The dawn is burning down, the dawn is burning down, And I'm waiting for him, waiting for him, waiting. He won’t come to me, he won’t come to me And he’s already attracted to someone else. Get away from me, I hate you, I hate you, I can’t stand you. For your betrayal, for your untruth, I no longer love you.

YOU ARE MY DEAR (Words by unknown author Music by Friso)

My dear, take me with you! There, in a distant land, I will be your wife. My dear, I would take you, But there, in a distant land, I have a wife.

My dear, take me with you! There, in a distant land, I will be your sister. My dear, I would take you, But there, in a distant land, I have a sister.

My dear, take me with you! There, in a distant land, I will be a stranger to you. Dear girl, I would take you, But there, in a distant land, I don’t need you, a stranger.

LIKE AT OUR GATES (Folk words and music)

Like at our gate there is a lake of water, Oh, oh, oh, oh Lyuli, There is a lake of water! There is a lake of water - Well done watering the horse. Oh, oh, oh, oh Lyuli, There is a lake of water! Well done, he watered the horse and led him to the gate. Oh, oh, oh, oh Lyuli, There is a lake of water! He led me to the little gate and tied it to the rope. Oh, oh, oh, oh Lyuli, There is a lake of water! He tied it to a rope, ordered the Red girl: Oh, oh, oh, oh, Lyuli, There is a lake of water! “Truly maiden soul, take care of my horse!” Oh, oh, oh, oh Lyuli, There is a lake of water! “Take care of my horse so that it doesn’t break the reins.” Oh, oh, oh, oh Lyuli, There is a lake of water! “The reins are silk, the bits are silver.” Oh, oh, oh, oh Lyuli, There is a lake of water! The red girl is walking, like a peacock, swimming. Oh, oh, oh, oh Lyuli, There is a lake of water! Like a peacock, she floats, And speaks like this: Oh, oh, oh, oh, Lyuli, There is a lake of water! - Not yours, sir, servant, I don’t hold your horse! Oh, oh, oh, oh Lyuli, There is a lake of water! When I am yours, I will take care of your horse. Oh, oh, oh, oh Lyuli, There is a lake of water!

AY YOU, SENI, MY SENI (Folk words and music)

Oh you, canopy, my canopy, my new canopy, New canopy, maple, lattice! Wedding songs and ditties Just like me, don’t walk around on the hay trees, I don’t care about my dear friend by the hand! She came out young for the new gate, released a falcon from her right sleeve. During the flight, she punished the falcon: “You fly, fly, falcon, high and far, And high and far to your homeland; On the dear side, on the sidelines, the formidable priest lives, He is formidable, sir, formidable, he is not merciful: He does not let the young woman alone late at night. I didn’t listen to my father, I amused the young man. I will make fun of him because his father has only one son. That one of his father’s sons turned out to be a fine fellow, “They call him Vanyushka, the brewer.” The brewer brewed beer, smoked green wine, smoked green wine, beckoned the red girls: “Please, girls, to the cookhouse, to mine! Is it in my cookhouse that the beer is drunk on the go? Is it in my cookhouse that the beer is drunk on the go, The beer is drunk on the go and the sweets are on honey.” Oh, my canopy, my canopy, my new canopy, my new canopy, maple, lattice!

HOW VANYUSHA WALKED AND WALKED (Folk words and music)

As Vanyusha walked and walked along the street, He often looked at Paranino’s window, About Paranino’s health He often asked: Are you asleep, Paranya, or are you just lying there? - I don’t sleep, soul Vanyusha, I lie there no longer. Should I teach you, Vanyusha, how to come to me? Don't walk on the street - in a side street, don't shout with your voice - whistle like a nightingale! So that when I’m young, I guess. I'll tell my friends: I have a headache. I'm all sick. I'll come to my dear one - Cheerful.

PAST THE GARDEN, PAST Vinogradnoye (Folk words and music)

Past the garden, past the grapevine, Past the grapevine A nightingale flew, a young one flew, A young one flew past. Behind him is a canary and a young one, Yes a young one: “Come back, nightingale, come back young! Come back, young one! It’s not fun in the garden without you, It’s not fun - All the little birds are sitting, dejected, Dejected, they’re sitting, All the killer whales are thoughtful, thoughtful.” A dear, dear friend was passing by a tower, yes, a high one, a dear, dear friend. Behind him is a red maiden, a red maiden: “Come back, my dear! My darling! Come back, my dear friend! My dear friend! I’m not happy in the mansion without you, I’m not happy - All the girls are sitting, dejected, sitting, dejected, The young people here are thoughtful, thoughtful.”

NOT A CUCKOO COOKED IN A DAMP FOREST (Folk words and music)

It wasn’t a cuckoo cuckooing in a damp forest, That it wasn’t a girl or a beauty who was warming up - It wasn’t about her father, it wasn’t about her mother, She was warming up because of her great grief, For her friend, for her heart, That she hadn’t seen her sweetheart for a long time, That she had seen her friend, she saw, After seeing her friend, she cried to her heart's content.

A SNOW-WHITE CHERRY BREED BLOOMED UNDER THE WINDOW (Words by M. Chumakov Music by V. Burygin)

A snow-white cherry blossomed under the window, and the moon appeared from behind a distant cloud. Chorus: All the girlfriends scattered in pairs in silence. Only I sat alone this evening. I will never believe that you love someone else. Come on a date, my dear, dear. Chorus: Will you really put out the fire in my heart? Will you really not come to me this evening? Remember, my beloved, how I met you. It seemed to me that happiness is you, dear. Chorus: I told you everything, like to a best friend. Why did you pass by this evening?

I WAS DRINKED (Folk words and music)

I'm drunk and drunk, I won't make it home. The long path took me to the cherry orchard. The long path took me to the cherry orchard. There the cuckoo crows, my heart stirs. Tell me, tell me, Where my darling spends the night. If he is on the road, God help him. If he is with his lover on the bed, Punish him, God. If he is with his lover on the bed, Punish him, God. How am I different from someone else? I’m good, I’m pretty, that’s just my share. I'm good, I'm pretty, that's just my share. If I had known earlier that it was so bad to be married, I would have unbraided my blonde braid and would have stayed at home. I would unravel my Russian braid and sit at home. I'm drunk and drunk, I won't make it home. The long path took me to the cherry orchard. The long path took me to the cherry orchard.

IT IS NOT THE WIND THAT BLOWS THE BRANCH (Words by S. Stromilov Folk music)

It’s not the wind that bends the branch, It’s not the oak tree that makes noise - It’s my heart that groans, trembles like an autumn leaf. I was tormented by a sadness, a subterranean snake! Burn out, my torch, I will burn out with you too! I can’t live here without my sweetheart - Who will I go to the crown with now? I know that fate has destined me to get engaged to a young man. Make way, damp earth, Give me, young man, peace, Shelter me, dear, In the cramped cell of the grave. I'm sick of this kind of life, I'm eaten up by sadness and melancholy. Soon, soon will the grave board hide my chest?

BLACK EYES

(Words by E. Grebenka Music by unknown author)

Black eyes, passionate eyes! The eyes are burning and beautiful! How I love you! How afraid I am of you! You know, I saw you at an unkind hour! Oh, it’s not for nothing that your depths are darker! I see mourning in you for my soul, I see a victorious flame in you: my poor heart is burned on it. But I am not sad, I am not sad, My fate is comforting to me: Everything that God gave us that is best in life, I gave as a sacrifice to the fiery eyes!

IN THE FIELD BEYOND (Words and music by unknown author)

In the field outside the outskirts, Where you walk, And the rye rustles and bends along the road. Black eyes saw - Ford across the field There, from afar, to a meeting, A boy is walking. Chorus: Oh, you rye, sing well! What are you singing about, Golden Rye? Happiness will meet - You won’t pass by, Oh, rye! Music pours from the sky, the breeze rings. On a narrow path They met, Should they go around each other - You will remember the spikelets... And the eyes are like coals, What is there - you will not understand! Chorus. Apparently, they were able to divide the happiness equally. Both went in one direction, hugging each other, and went. The rye is noisy, sways, no trace is visible. This is how it happens in life sometimes!

EVENING A QUIET SONG FLOats OVER THE RIVER (Words by M. Pilipenko Music by E. Rodygin)

The evening floats in a quiet song over the river. The factory glows with distant lightning. Somewhere the train is rolling along like points of fire, Somewhere under the mountain ash the guys are waiting for me. Chorus: Oh, curly rowan, White flowers, Oh, rowan, rowan, Why are you sad?.. Only the melodious beeps will fall silent over the water, I go to the rowan along a steep path. The wind blows endlessly under the curls. On the right are the curls of the turner, on the left - the blacksmith. Chorus. Which of them is more desirable, to squeeze whose hand? With a disturbed heart, I still don’t understand... Although they are not similar in any way, they are both good. Dear mountain ash, tell your heart. Chorus: Oh, curly rowan, Both are good, Oh, rowan, rowan, Tell your heart!

YOU ARE BORN TO IGNITE (Words by A. Pushkin Music by G. Korganov)

You were born to ignite the Imagination of poets, to disturb and captivate it with the loving liveliness of greetings, the Eastern strangeness of speeches, the brilliance of mirrored eyes and this immodest leg... You were born for the languid negligence, for the intoxication of passions.

I LOVED YOU (Words by A. Pushkin Music by B. Sheremetyev)

I loved you; love, perhaps, has not yet completely died out in my soul; But don’t let it bother you anymore, I don’t want to sadden you with anything. I loved you silently, hopelessly, sometimes with timidity, sometimes with jealousy. I loved you so sincerely, so tenderly, How God grant you to be loved differently!

NIGHTINGALE, MY NIGHTINGALE (Words by A. Delvig Music by A. Alyabyev)

My nightingale, nightingale, vocal nightingale! Where are you going, where are you flying, Where will you sing all night? Someone poor like me, Will the night listen to you, Without closing their eyes, Drowning in tears? You fly, my nightingale, even to distant lands, even to the blue seas, to foreign shores; Visit all countries, Villages and cities: You won’t find anywhere more miserable than me. Do I have dear pearls on my chest, Do I have a Heat ring on my hand, Do I have a dear little friend in my heart? On an autumn day, the large pearls on my chest faded, On a winter night, the ring on my hand unsoldered, And how this spring, my dear one stopped loving me.

I CAME TO YOU WITH GREETINGS (Words by A. Fet Music by M. Balakirev)

I came to you with greetings, To tell you that the sun has risen, That it fluttered with hot light across the sheets; Tell me that the forest woke up, woke up all, every branch. Every bird is startled and full of spring thirst; To tell you that with the same passion As yesterday, I came again, That my soul is still happy And ready to serve you; Tell me that joy is blowing over me from everywhere, That I myself don’t know what I will sing, but only the song is ripening.

AT DAWN YOU WON'T WAKE HER (Words by A. Fet Music by A. Varlamov)

At dawn, don't wake her, at dawn she sleeps so sweetly! Morning breathes on her chest, shines brightly on the pits of her cheeks. And her pillow is hot, And her weary sleep is hot, And, turning black, the braids run onto her shoulders like a ribbon on both sides.

And yesterday in the evening she sat at the window for a long, long time and watched the game in the clouds that the moon, sliding, was playing. And the brighter the moon played, And the louder the nightingale whistled, She became paler, Her heart beat more and more painfully. That is why the morning burns on the young chest, on the cheeks. Don’t wake her, don’t wake her... At dawn she sleeps so sweetly!

CHARMING EYES (Words by I. Kondratiev Music by unknown author)

Charming eyes, you have enchanted me! You have a lot of life, a lot of affection, you have a lot of passion and fire. With what delight I meet Your lovely eyes, But I often notice in them - They do not look at me. What does it mean to not see each other for a long time - So you can soon forget! And exchange hearts with hearts, Then fall in love with another. I will sink to the bottom of the sea, I will rise to the clouds, I will give you everything on earth, If only you love me! Yes, I endured the torment of hell, and I still endure it. I need to hate you, but I, crazy, love you.

I MET YOU (Words by F. Tyutchev Music by S. Donaurov)

I met you - and everything that was before came to life in the revived heart; I remembered the golden time - And my heart became so warm - Like late autumn, sometimes there are days, there is an hour, When suddenly it smells like spring, And something stirs in us... So, all fanned by the breath of Those years of spiritual fullness, With a long-forgotten ecstasy I look at lovely features... As if after a century of separation, I look at you as if in a dream. And now the sounds that have not ceased in me became more audible... There are more than one memories here, Here life spoke again - And the same charm is in you, And the same love is in my soul!..

THE NIGHT IS LIGHT (Words by N. Yazykov Music by N. Shishkin)

The night is bright. The moon is shining quietly over the river. And the blue wave shines with silver. Dark forest... There, in the silence of the Emerald branches, The nightingale does not sing her sonorous songs. Blue flowers bloomed under the moon. They awakened dreams in my heart. I fly to you in a dream, I whisper your name. Dear friend, tender friend, I am sad for you. The night is bright. The moon is shining quietly over the river. And the blue wave shines with silver. On this moonlit night On a foreign side, Dear friend, gentle friend, Remember me.

THANK YOU FOR THE HAPPINESS OF THE FORMER DAYS (Words by E. Mineeva Music by D. Nikolaev)

I thank you for the happiness of former days, for the burning affection, for the sweetness of the kiss, for the wondrous songs, for the look of your eyes, - for everything, for everything I thank you. I live in hope to bring back the days of the past, both passionately loving and sadly yearning, With you every moment I call bliss and I thank you for it.

WICKET (Words by A. Budishchev Music by A. Obukhov)

As soon as the blue evening warms up, As soon as the stars light up the skies, And the dew removes the silver frost from the cherry trees with pearls, Open the gate slowly, And enter the quiet garden like a shadow, Don’t forget a darker cape, Put lace on your head. Where the branches intertwine thickly, I’ll wait for you at the gate. And on the very threshold of the gazebo I will take the lace from your sweet lips. Open the gate slowly, And enter the quiet garden like a shadow, Don’t forget a darker cape, Put lace on your head.

ON THE ROAD (Words by I. Turgenev Music by M. Begicheva)

A foggy morning, a gray morning, Sad fields covered with snow... Reluctantly you will remember the past, You will also remember faces long forgotten. You will remember the abundant, passionate speeches, the glances so greedily, so timidly caught, the first meetings, the last meetings, the beloved sounds of a quiet voice. You will remember the separation with a strange smile, You will remember much that is dear and distant, Listening to the tireless murmur of the wheels, Looking thoughtfully at the wide sky.

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Lyrics of Russian wedding songs

Here we have collected the lyrics of songs that are traditionally often heard at weddings.

Lyrics of the song “Oh this wedding” performed by Muslim Magomayev

I walked along a country road in silence, And it was empty and long, Only the accordions burst out loud, And the silence spread its arms.

And this wedding, wedding, wedding, sang and danced, And the wings carried this wedding into the distance, There was little room for this wide wedding, | 2 times And there was little sky and earth. | 2 times

Under the flood of the village orchestra, the breeze curled behind the veil, the groom was very serious, and the bride was dazzlingly young.

And this wedding, wedding, wedding, sang and danced, And the wings carried this wedding into the distance, There was little room for this wide wedding, | 2 times And there was little sky and earth. | 2 times

So the troikas rushed by loudly and wingedly, And the breath of spring came from them, And I walked completely unmarried, And I regretted that I was not the groom.

Southern Slavs

Bulgarians

Bulgarian wedding.
A musician plays the guide (previously 1945) Like all Slavic peoples, the Bulgarians also have wedding ritual songs[18], thematically close to the South Russian and North Russian ones[19]. In general, the Bulgarian wedding lasted a week, was full of rituals with deep meaning, celebrations and fun. Conventionally, wedding rituals, accompanied by songs, are divided into pre-wedding and wedding. The engagement, preparation of holiday bread and wedding banner, braiding and dressing of the bride, bachelorette party and shaving of the newlyweds are considered pre-wedding ceremonies[20]. There were descriptive songs[19]. While curling the bride's wreath, they sang[21]:

For a Bulgarian wedding, a wedding banner is always made from a branch of a fruit tree: a “gilded” apple is pinned on the top and a red and white scarf is tied, which symbolizes the masculine and feminine principles. The song “The Wedding Banner flutters” (Bulgarian: Furuglitsa treperi) opens the wedding. On this day, the matchmakers send the groom to his godfather. Girls, to the sounds of bagpipes (guide) and drums, sing about the bride’s farewell to carelessness and her parents’ home[20]. The girl’s farewell to her family and friends was reflected in songs of lamentation (lamentations)[23]:

Before leaving for the groom's house, the newlyweds turn their faces to the sun, the bride bows and presents gifts to her parents and relatives. At this time, the girls sing a sad song about the young woman’s farewell to her family (“Ask for forgiveness, daughter-in-law” - Bulgarian: Proshka vzemai, mlado bulche)[20][25]. The main song of a Bulgarian wedding is “Come, the girl says goodbye to her family” (Bulgarian: Ela se vie, previva, moma se s roda farewell[26])[25]. At the groom’s house, the newlyweds are greeted by their parents, who are called with the song “Come out, mother, look who they brought - white, ruddy in face, slender, tall in body...” (Bulgarian: I got out, Mom’s T-shirt, and you see how we drive - on your face byalo, cherveno, na snaga - tanka, visoka...). The celebration continues, the wedding feast accompanied by music, songs and good wishes[25].

The song “Always be ready for family life!”

To the tune of the pioneer song “Soar with fires, blue nights.”

Rise like bonfires, blue nights, We really want to congratulate you. We are always ready for a wedding in everything. The main motto is: “100 grams and we’ll sing!”

We are so pleased to look at the bride, The father-in-law and mother-in-law are also there, The mother-in-law and father-in-law will help with everything, Well, but the groom seems to have nothing to do with it.

Our entire squad strives to congratulate you, The flags shine like red faces, We came in formation and stand decorously And we don’t want to go anywhere. full text→

Song from the groom's mother

To the tune of the song “The most important thing is the weather in the house.”

Just yesterday, holding my hand and skipping with me, you measured your childhood years, And now you have grown up, my boy, And I didn’t even notice when.

Chorus: For mothers there is always no better good than the happiness of their own children. My adult son, Happy Marriage! Let only the guests' wine be bitter!

Friends and all relatives gathered together at the wedding table for the celebration. Today you put a ring on the bride, And a daughter appeared full text →

Bride's surprise song for the groom

Reworking of Lolita's song "On the Titanic" (a surprise from the bride for the groom, ideally a sailor)

Chorus: We, without further ado, Without a bit of panic, Swim into the local registry office, At the peak of romance! This is all love, That's not candy wrappers for you, Let's go to the local registry office, At the peak of romance!

Verse 1. I'm standing on the shore, But just a little and I'll dive into the ocean called marriage. I’ve been a bride, I take out my passport and it’s time to get married after all.

Song "What's next for you in life"

To the tune of the song “Scows full of mullets.”

What is next for you in life, We want to sing about that for you, So that you can imagine at least a little bit What you have done now.

(Name of the bride) was afraid of the dark, Went for a walk with a lantern, Now your husband (Name of the groom) won’t let you out alone even during the day.

You were going to visit your friends, talk about this and that, But (Name of the bride) spoke out against it, hitting the floor with her heel.

Now he sits and laughs, And how he will laugh, When the whole text is with his family→