the 'rozhdestvo' choir - stupneva

Seven son-in-low 

A birch grew in the fields 

I set out alone on the road 

In the forge 

My sweetheart told me 

In the dark woods 

A time-tree in the field 

Enough, fellows, enough 

Shall I go, shall I live 

When I come upon the rapid stream 

The mist descended in the field 

The legend of twelve robbers 

Why I got to know you, my darling 

Evening chimes 

Over the open field 

My sweetheart told me 

Black-browed, black-eyed fellow 

Not the wind bends the branches 

I do not want to live in sorrow 

Down the old mother Volga