The Legend of Twelve Robbers - Alexandrov Ensemble

Odnozvuchno gremit kolokol'chik

Oh, how lonely the coach bell is ringing,

Odnozvuchno gremit kolokol'chik,

Oh, how lonely the coach bell is ringing,

I doroga pylitsja slegka,

And the dust from the road fills the air.

I unylo po rovnomu polju

And the coachman's sorrowful singing

Razlivaetsja pesn' jamshhika.

Floats across the wild fields in despair.

Stol'ko grusti v toj pesne unyloj,

That sad song overflows with such feeling,

Stol'ko grusti v napeve rodnom,

So much grief can be heard in that strain,

Chto v dushe moej hladnoj, ostyloj

That my cold heart, long hardened and weary

Razgorelosja serdce ognem.

In my bosom was kindled again.

I pripomnil ja nochi inye

I recalled other nights, other wand'rings,

I rodnye polja, i lesa,

And the fields and the forests so dear,

I na ochi, davno uzh suhie,

And my eyes, which so long have been arid,

Nabezhala, kak iskra, sleza.

Became moistened like jewels with a tear.

Odnozvuchno gremit kolokol'chik,

Oh, how lonely the coach bell is ringing,

I doroga pylitsja slegka.

As it swings in the night to and fro.

I zamolk moj jamshhik, a doroga

And my coachman has now fallen silent,

Predo mnoj daleka, daleka...

And I still have a long way to go.