| Odnozvuchno gremit kolokol’chik
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| Oh, how lonely the coach bell is ringing,
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| Odnozvuchno gremit kolokol’chik,
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| Oh, how lonely the coach bell is ringing,
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| I doroga pylitsja slegka,
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| And the dust from the road fills the air.
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| I unylo po rovnomu polju
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| And the coachman’s sorrowful singing
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| Razlivaetsja pesn' jamshhika.
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| Floats across the wild fields in despair.
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| Stol’ko grusti v toj pesne unyloj,
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| That sad song overflows with such feeling,
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| Stol’ko grusti v napeve rodnom,
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| So much grief can be heard in that strain,
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| Chto v dushe moej hladnoj, ostyloj
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| That my cold heart, long hardened and weary
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| Razgorelosja serdce ognem.
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| In my bosom was kindled again.
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| I pripomnil ja nochi inye
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| I recalled other nights, other wand’rings,
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| I rodnye polja, i lesa,
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| And the fields and the forests so dear,
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| I na ochi, davno uzh suhie,
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| And my eyes, which so long have been arid,
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| Nabezhala, kak iskra, sleza.
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| Became moistened like jewels with a tear.
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| Odnozvuchno gremit kolokol’chik,
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| Oh, how lonely the coach bell is ringing,
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| I doroga pylitsja slegka.
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| As it swings in the night to and fro.
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| I zamolk moj jamshhik, a doroga
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| And my coachman has now fallen silent,
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| Predo mnoj daleka, daleka…
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| And I still have a long way to go. |