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On a path that is powdered with a moon. Written in the sixties of the last century by Nikolai Palkin, the lyrics of the song "On the trail that is trapped by the moon" and to this day sounds from the stage and at various feast events. True, during its half-century of existence, the song text of Nikolai Egorovich acquired several "brothers", which are called a little differently and contain several other lines. Yes, "On the path, the foliage is powdered", "Along the path, snowballed", "Where the trail behind the river is blocked" and several others are "close relatives" of the lyrics of Nikolai Palkin's song, slightly edited by the people. By the way, the author's poem begins with the lines "On the path, the moon is powdered ...". However, even under different names and with a couple of redone lines, the meaning of this work as a whole is not lost, and the words of the song about the path on which the farewell to the beloved took place, as they were in demand by lovers of table singing, so they remain. And the original, "Palkin" content of the text is as follows: On the path, the moon is powdered, We said goodbye to you a long time ago, Well, you follow me, my good, Well, you knock on the window again. Well, you're following me, my good, Well, you're knocking on the window again. No, I did not forget, I left-I decided to choose one. And it wasn't me, sweetheart, who made you kiss at a wedding with another. And it wasn't me, sweetheart, who made you kiss at a wedding with another. I would go with you behind the outskirts, Pride does not tell you to come out to you - If my heart calms down, your friend will hurt. If my heart calms down, your friend will hurt. I will not close myself from you with shutters, Sit by my window. Only the happiness of someone else is not necessary for me, Enough for my age of mine. Only the happiness of someone else is not necessary for me, Enough for my age of mine.
Lyrics. The table song is warm, soulful, without it it can be boring both at the wedding and at the birthday. The words of drinking songs for booze and partying are simple, understandable to all, able to bring people together even in an unfamiliar company. The song is able to fill life with bright emotions, cheer up. In our country, a cappella singing, or to the accompaniment, has always been an integral part of any holiday. Table chant is a kind of tradition that is passed down from generation to generation. And it is also the wisdom of the people and their spirit. Companies usually perform the most famous works: folk, yard and student songs, popular at feasts and romances. Lyrics for feast. The fast rhythm of life, modern gadgets and technologies contribute to the fact that people began to forget about simple communication, gatherings in the kitchen with a guitar, going to visit and singing songs at the table. But drinking songs are so native and familiar to a person that any soul will instantly warm up to understandable words about love and friendship. Unfortunately, recently, people began to sing less, the lyrics began to be forgotten. Why is the tradition of singing, gathered at a table, almost sunk into the past? After all, how good it is to sing, in chorus, together, from the heart, simple and understandable song words, sweet motives for the heart. We are not supporters of the loss of folk tradition. We are for feast singing! In proof of this, this section was created, on the pages of which, for the purpose of familiarization, the words of popular songs for the feast will be regularly published. Therefore, read and remember that joint singing at the table unites not only in the company, but also unites nationalities, generations, all people on the planet.
ое пение 22 Jan 2020. Song story. “On the path that the moon is dusted”. The music to the popular song was composed by the amateur bayanist Evgeny Anisimov. It is in this co-authorship Palkin-Anisimov sounds it performed by Raisa Shcherbakova. Written in the sixties of the last century by Nikolai Palkin, the text of the song “On the trail that the moon is powdered” and to this day sounds, however, for its half-century of existence, the song text of Nikolai Egorovich acquired several “brothers”, which are called a little differently and contain several other lines. Yes, “On the path, foliage powdered”, “On the path, snow powdered”, “Where the path behind the river is powdered” and several others are “close relatives” of the text of the song of Nikolai Palkin, slightly edited by the people. By the way, the author’s poem begins with the lines “On the path, the moon is powdered...”. On a path covered by the moon, You and I said goodbye a long time ago. Why are you following me, my good man? Well, you're knocking on the window again. No, I didn't forget, I left-I chose this one. And I didn't force you, darling, Kissing at a wedding with someone else. I'd go with you for a splinter, Pride does not come to you. If my heart is calm, your friend's gonna be sick. I will not hide from you, Sit by my window. Only the happiness of another does not need me, Enough for my life. This is what the author says about his poems: “On the Path.” The song “On the Path” has a happy but strange fate. And not only because the music was written not by the composer, but by an amateur bayanist, driver from Balashov Evgeny Anisimov. The strange thing is that until recently the song did not have official recognition, that is, it was not performed by any of the professionals, but the people accepted it long ago and unconditionally. And on the Volga, and on the Khopra, and, as I was told, in Siberia on holidays, the song appears in many feasts along with such folk songs as "In the wild steppes of Transbaikalia" or "In the forest girls for mushrooms gathered." A few years ago, in late October, I barely squeezed into a bus going from the cemetery to the city center. There was a Parent Saturday, and the passengers were mostly elderly women and old women who visited their graves on this day of general commemoration. I got on the bus when it was bursting with song. A neat old lady with bright eyes sang, and almost the whole bus helped her: If my heart is calm, Your girlfriend's gonna be sick. The women sang obliviously, even with some frenzy, they absolutely did not care about some author who was next to them and, squeezed from all sides, could barely hold on to the task. It was their song, a song, as if composed by themselves. What attracted them? Undoubtedly, the original soulful melody and content. There is a statement: the song is sung among the people with the meaning that its entire meaning lies in words. It was in words that bus singers took their soul. Only the happiness of another does not need me. Enough for my life. Yes, it is so, do not need the happiness of someone else, stolen, do not need happiness to be borrowed - even small, modest, but your own. Isn’t this moral independence of the lyrical heroine conquered the singers, brought their hearts closer together? There is probably no negative answer here.
https://vk-com.translate.goog/wall-20283174_5047?_x_tr_sl=ru&_x_tr_tl=en&_x_tr_hl=en&_x_tr_pto=sc///Solo and choral folk singing///il 22 Gen. 2020///Song story///"On the path that is powdered by the moon"///The music for the well-known song among the people was composed by an amateur accordion player Evgeny Anisimov. It is in this co-authorship of Palkin-Anisimov that she sounds performed by Raisa Shcherbakova.///Written in the sixties of the last century by Nikolai Palkin, the text of the song “On the path that is powdered by the moon” still sounds to this day, however, during its half-century existence, the song text of Nikolai Yegorovich has acquired several “brothers”, which are called a little differently and contain a few other lines. Yes, yes, “On the path covered with leaves”, “On the path covered with snow”, “Where the path behind the river is covered with powder” and several others are “close relatives” of the text of the song by Nikolai Palkin, slightly edited by the people. By the way, the author's poem begins with the lines "On the path, powdered by the moon ...".///On the path, powdered by the moon, we said goodbye a long time ago, Why are you following me, my dear, Why are you knocking on the window again. No, I didn’t forget, I left it - I myself decided to choose this one. And I'm not you, my dear, forced Kissing at a wedding with another. I would go with you beyond the outskirts, Pride does not order to go out to you -If my heart calms down, Your girlfriend will ache. From you I will not close the shutters, Sit at my window. Only someone else's happiness is not necessary to me, Enough for me for my lifetime.///Here is what the author himself says about his poems: “On the path”///The song "On the Path" has a happy but strange fate. And not only because the music was written not by a composer, but by an amateur bayan player, a driver from Balashov Evgeny Anisimov. The strange thing is that until recently the song seemed to have no official recognition, that is, it was not performed by any of the professionals, but the people accepted it long ago and unconditionally. And on the Volga, and on Khoper, and, as I was told, in Siberia, on holidays, the song appears in many feasts along with such folk songs as “Through the wild steppes of Transbaikalia” or “Girls gathered in a crowd in the forest for mushrooms.”///A few years ago, at the end of October, I struggled to squeeze into a bus from the cemetery to the city center. It was Parental Saturday, and the passengers were mostly elderly women and old women who visited their native graves on this day of common commemoration. I got on the bus when the song was already bursting with it. A neat old woman with sparkling eyes sang, and almost the whole bus helped her: If this ... my heart calms down, Your girlfriend will ache.///The women sang selflessly, even with some kind of fury, they absolutely did not care about some author who was next to them and, squeezed from all sides, barely held on to the handrail. It was their song, a song as if composed by themselves.///What attracted them to it? Undoubtedly, the original soulful melody and content. There is a statement: the song is sung by the people with the meaning that its whole meaning lies in the words. It was in the words that the bus singers took their souls.///Only now ... only the happiness of someone else I do not need,///Enough for me for my lifetime.///Yes, that’s right, you don’t need someone else’s, stolen happiness, you don’t need borrowed happiness - even a small, modest one, but your own. Is it not this moral independence of the lyrical heroine that conquered the singers, brought their hearts closer together? There is probably no negative answer here.
https://drinking--songs-ru.translate.goog/slova-pesen/na-tropinke-lunoj-zaporoshennoj.html?_x_tr_sl=ru&_x_tr_tl=en&_x_tr_hl=en&_x_tr_pto=sc///On a path covered in moonlightone/// in Lyrics///lyrics of the song "On the path that is powdered by the moon "Written in the sixties of the last century by Nikolai Palkin, the text of the song “On the path that is powdered by the moon” still sounds from the stage and at various drinking events to this day.///True, during its half-century existence, the song text of Nikolai Yegorovich acquired several “brothers”, which are called a little differently and contain several different lines. Yes, yes, “On the path covered with leaves”, “On the path covered with snow”, “Where the path behind the river is covered with powder” and several others are “close relatives” of the text of the song by Nikolai Palkin, slightly edited by the people. By the way, the author's poem begins with the lines "On the path, powdered by the moon ...".///However, even under different names and with a couple of altered lines, the meaning of this work as a whole is not lost, and the words of the song about the path on which the farewell to the beloved took place, as they were in demand by lovers of drinking singing, remain so. And the original, "Palkin's" content of the text is as follows: On the path, powdered by the moon, We said goodbye to you a long time ago, Why are you following me, my good one, Why are you knocking on the window again. Why are you following me, my dear, Why are you knocking on the window again. No, I didn’t forget, I left it - I myself decided to choose this one. And I'm not you, my dear, forced Kissing at a wedding with another. And I'm not you, my dear, forced Kissing at a wedding with another. I would go with you beyond the outskirts, Pride does not order to go out to you - If my heart calms down, Your girlfriend will ache. If my heart calms down, Your friend will get sick. From you I will not close the shutters, Sit at my window. Only someone else's happiness is not necessary to me, Enough for me for my lifetime. Only someone else's happiness is not necessary to me, Enough for me for my lifetime.
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