Chernyy voron (Черный ворон) (Black Raven)
"Чёрный ворон" (Под ракитою).
Old sad song very well known in Russia in all its variations. Many people think it is of an unknown author, but in reality the words have an author: the song was composed by a corps poet, non-commissioned officer of the Nevskoy Infantry Regiment, Nikolai Fyodorovich Verevkin – 1800-?. Apparently, the melody for the song was inherited from some earlier popular song. But here the researchers can not help in terms of finding a musical source for the song.
General Peter Krasnov in his book “Pictures of the former Pacific Don” (1909) writes that the song “Black Raven” was born in the Caucasus during the struggle between Don Cossacks and Caucasian mountaineers (1801–1864): “Many Cossacks died in the mountains and valleys There is neither a cross nor a monument over the Caucasus and above their unknown graves. The dead alone, without witnesses, the Don people died in the mountains, surrounded by ravens and predatory eagles. This sad Cossack song was born there. ”
Of course, the song "Black Raven" was not born, but only changed in the Caucasian wars, leaving behind the meaning of the original version.
There have been many other versions of this song over the years and events, with different words, such as those during the First World War and during the second.
The soldier's song of the XIX century "Under the green wilderness" became popular in the full sense of the word. Today, the most famous song of the Nevsky Infantry Regiment occupies an honorable place in the repertoires of many performers - from folk ensembles to symphony orchestras, from rock bands to chamber singers. So in the male repertoire of the Folklore and Ethnographic Ensemble of the Kizhi Museum-Reserve, it is there, and you can hear it during the concerts of the collective.
Internet sources: http://nevsky-polk.narod.ru/pesni.html, http://tularus.org/index.php/obychaj/1087-culture-21 -10-13.
Pelageya, Elmira Kallimulina, Mariya Goya, Anri Gogniashvili.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AxAGLXom3uI&feature=share
Хор Турецкого
Cossack Circle Ensemble / АНСАМБЛЬ"КАЗАЧИЙ КРУГ
Kuban Cossack Choir
"Чёрный ворон" (Под ракитою)
Под ракитою зелёной
Казак раненый лежал.
Ой да под зелёной
Казак раненый лежал.
Прилетела птица-ворон,
Начал каркать над кустом.
Ай, да б не вился чёрный ворон,
Чуя лакомый кусок.
Ты не каркай, чёрный ворон,
Над моею да головой.
Ой да черный ворон,
Я казак ещё живой.
Ты слетай-ка, чёрный ворон,
К отцу, к матери домой.
Передай платок кровавый
Моей жинке да молодой.
Ты скажи-ка, чёрный ворон,
Что женился да на другой,
Что нашёл себе невесту
В чистом поле за рекой.
Была свадьба тиха-смирна,
Под ракитовым кустом.
Ой да тиха-смирна,
Под ракитовым кустом.
Была сваха – сабля востра,
Штык булатный был дружком.
Ой да сабля востра,
Штык булатный был дружком.
Поженила пуля быстра,
Обвенчала мать-земля.
Ой да пуля быстра,
Обвенчала мать-земля.
"Il Corvo Nero" (Sotto un salice verde)
Sotto un salice verde
Un cosacco ferito giaceva
Oh, sotto uno verde
Un cosacco ferito giaceva
Un corvo gli volò
Sul cespuglio dove gracchiava
Oh, un corvo nero volò sopra di lui
Sentendo un gustoso boccone.
Non gracchiare corvo nero
Sopra la mia testa
Oh, corvo nero.
Sono ancora vivo!
Ti prego corvo nero, vola a casa
da mio padre e mia madre
E dai il mio straccio sanguinante
Alla mia giovane moglie.
Diglielo, corvo nero
Che ho sposato un'altra,
Che ho trovato una sposa
In un ampio campo oltre il fiume!
Il matrimonio era pacifico,
Sotto un cespuglio di salice,
Oh, pacifico, tranquillo,
Sotto un cespuglio di salice.
La mia sciabola tagliente era la sensale,
La mia baionetta era l'uomo migliore.
Oh, la mia sciabola tagliente,
La mia baionetta era l'uomo migliore.
Il proiettile ci sposò in fretta,
La madre terra ci sposò.
Oh, il proiettile in fretta,
La madre terra ci sposò!
Traduzione: Sergio Di Giacomo, a cura di Lana Lana Brontë
Materiale fornito da Massimo Flumeri, Olga V. Petukhova
Cultura Italia-Russia
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Musica popolare russa ( Nikolaj Verevkin)
Traduzione: Sergio Di Giacomo, a cura di Lana Lana Brontë
Materiale fornito da Massimo Flumeri, Olga V. Petukhova
Black Raven
Black raven, black raven,
Why do you circle over me?
You won't have your prey,
Black raven, I'm not yours!
Why do you spread wide your talons
Over my head?
If you hope for a game,
Black raven, I'm not yours!
I'll bind my deadly wound
With a gifted handkerchief,
And then speak to you
Of one thing only.
Fly to my home,
Tell my mother,
Tell my darling,
That I fell for the Homeland.
Take the bloody handkerchief
To my lovely sweetheart.
Tell her that she's free,
To another I am wed.
I took a bride who's quiet and modest,
In an open field under a bush,
The matchmaker was
My sharp sabre.
A tempered arrow wed us
Amidst fateful battle.
I see my death coming -
Black raven, I'm all yours!
I'm now all yours!
(Reduced transliterated version)
Ch'ornyi voron
Ch'ornyi voron, chto ty v'esh'sya
Chto ty v'esh'sya nado mnoi?
Ty dobychi ne dozhdesh'sya,
Ch'ornyi voron, ya ne tvoi!
Chto zh ty kryl'ya raspuskaesh'
Nad moeyu golovoi?
Il' dobychu sebe chaesh',
Ch'ornyi voron, ya ne tvoi!
Poleti v moyu storonku,
Skazhi matushke moei,
Ty skazhi moei lyubeznoi,
Chto za Rodinu ya pal.
Otnesi platok krovavyi
Miloi lyubushke moei.
Ty skazhi – ona svobodna,
Ya zhenilsya na drugoi.
Kalena strela venchala
Sredi bitvy rokovoi.
Vizhu smert' moya prikhodit –
Ch'ornyi voron, ves' ya tvoi!
Ves' ya tvoi!
