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ЛУЧИНУШКА / LUCHINUSHKA
Is this wind touch the trees?
Is the forest's noise?
Oh no, it's my heart scream
And shaked like autumn leaf...
This is my bitter fate - can't be together with my sweetheart,
And she is not the one with which i go to church in our wedding day,
this is grave's curse -
I can't marriage with my lovely
And deep sadness pinning me down,
Suffer like cold snake
Let's burn off, my lutchinushka
And I burn off with you, too
*1st Translation - not yet edited
*Traditional Russian song from the 19th century
*A lutchinushka is when you take thin sticks from a tree,
light them, and use them for light (like a torch)
*Thank you so much for the translation Alex
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