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Those were the days my friend.. - Look, someone's on that tree

Dec. 15th, 2010

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Those were the days my friend..
Original lyrics (Russian):

Ехали на тройке с бубенцами,
А вдали мелькали огоньки…
Эх, когда бы мне теперь за вами,
Душу бы развеять от тоски!

Дорогой длинною
И ночью лунною,
Да с песней той,
Что вдаль летит звеня,
И с той старинною,
Да с семиструнною,
Что по ночам
Так мучила меня.

Помню наши встречи и разлуки,
Навсегда ушедшие года,
И твои серебряные руки
В тройке, улетевшей навсегда.
Дорогой длинною…

Пусть проходит молодость лихая,
Как сквозь пальцы талая вода.
Только наша тройка удалая
Будет с нами мчаться сквозь года.

Bulgarian translation:
Возехме се в тройка със звънчета,
а далеч блестяха светлинки...
Ех, да можех пак след вас да тръгна,
да избавя от скръбта душата си!

По дългия път,
през лунната нощ,
със песента, която
далеч със звън лети,
и със старинната,
със седемструнната,
която нощем
ме мъчеше така.

Помня всички срещи и разлъки,
и годините отминали далеч,
и ръцете сребърни, които
отлетяха с тройката навек.

Нека да минава луда младост
като чезнеща през пръстите вода.
Вихрената тройка само наша
ще препуска през годините със нас.

The song wat translated in English in 1968 and became a huge hit:
Once upon a time there was a tavern
Where we used to raise a glass or two
Remember how we laughed away the hours
And dreamed of all the great things we would do


Those were the days my friend
We thought they'd never end
We'd sing and dance forever and a day
We'd live the life we choose
We'd fight and never lose
For we were young and sure to have our way.
La la la la...
Those were the days, oh yes those were the days


Then the busy years went rushing by us
We lost our starry notions on the way
If by chance I'd see you in the tavern
We'd smile at one another and we'd say

Those were the days my friend...

Just tonight I stood before the tavern
Nothing seemed the way it used to be
In the glass I saw a strange reflection
Was that lonely woman really me

Those were the days my friend...

Through the door there came familiar laughter
I saw your face and heard you call my name
Oh my friend we're older but no wiser
For in our hearts the dreams are still the same

Those were the days my friend...

In all languages the meaning is the same - sadness on the lost youth.
At last - an interpretation of Placido Domingo from 1994, as part of the 3 Tenors concerts. Those were the years...

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