The Golden Rye - Yevgeny Belyaev and the Alexandrov Red Army Choir (1962)

The song “The Golden Rye“ performed by Yevgeny Belyaev (tenor) and the Alexandrov Red Army Choir (with English subtitles). Music by A. Dalukhanyan, lyrics by A. Prishelets. Conductor - Boris Alexandrov. This performance is a clip from the concert of the Red Army Choir at the Tchaikovsky concert Hall in Moscow. USSR, Central Television, 1962. Here's the playlist of this concert - ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ NOTICE! Dear fans, please, join Leonid Kharitonov's Fan Club on and become one of our Patron Fans! We have lots of exclusive content there waiting for you! - We will much appreciate your help and support of our channel! You can make just one-time donation here: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ PLEASE, SHARE YOUR COMMENTS ON THIS VIDEO AND SUBSRIBE TO OUR CHANNEL! TRANSLATION OF THE SONG: In the neighboring field, There where you go, The rye's bending and making noise Near the road. The black eyes saw - From behind the field From a distance, A young lad is approaching. Oh, you, rye, You sing so well! What are you singing about, The golden rye? Happiness will be met - You can not pass it by. Oh, you, rye! Music flows from the sky, The breeze is ringing. They met On the narrow path, It's hard to bypass each other - Then the spikes will be crumpled... And his eyes, like coals, You cannot see what is there! Oh, you, rye, You sing so well! What are you singing about, The golden rye? Happiness will be met - You can not pass it by. Oh, you, rye! Looks like they managed to share their happiness equally. They went in one direction, Hugging each other. The rye's shaking and making noise One can't see the trace. That's how it happens In life sometimes! Oh, you, rye, You sing so well! What are you singing about, The golden rye? Happiness will be met - You can not pass it by. Oh, you, rye! RUSSIAN LYRICS: В поле за околицей, Там, где ты идешь, И шумит и клонится У дороги рожь. Черны очи видели - Через поле вброд Там на встречу, издали, Паренек идет. Припев: Ой ты, рожь, Хорошо поешь! Ты о чем поешь, Золотая рожь? Счастье повстречается - Мимо не пройдешь, Ой ты, рожь! С неба льется музыка, Ветерок звенит. На тропинке узенькой Встретились они, Обойти друг друга ли - Колоски помнешь... А глаза, как уголья, Что там - не поймешь! Припев. Видно, счастье поровну Поделить смогли. Оба в одну сторону, Обнявшись, пошли. Рожь шумит, качается, Не видать следа. Вот ведь как случается В жизни иногда! Припев. -~-~~-~~~-~~-~- Please watch: ““Here's the Postal Troika Rushing“ - Leonid Kharitonov (1987)“ -~-~~-~~~-~~-~-