Backingtrack: Lasse, Flute: Dale Kaul, Guitarsolo: Finn Frost. The picture is taken in Alexander's Park, Saint Petersburg. Remixed and remastered in 2018
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Story behind the song
This is Jude's russian challenge. The lyrics are a translation of Alexander Pushkins poem "Winter Evening".
I have found the translation on this site: http://www.pushkins-poems.com/index.htm incase you are inspired to read more.
Lyrics
Winter Evening (1829)
The storm wind covers the sky
Whirling the fleecy snow drifts,
Now it howls like a wolf,
Now it is crying, like a lost child,
Now rustling the decayed thatch
On our tumbledown roof,
Now, like a delayed traveller,
Knocking on our window pane.
Our wretched little cottage
Is gloomy and dark.
Why do you sit all silent
Hugging the window, old gran?
Has the howling of the storm
Wearied you, at last, dear friend?
Or are you dozing fitfully
Under the spinning wheel's humming?
Let us drink, dearest friend
To my poor wasted youth.
Let us drink from grief - Where's the glass?
Our hearts at least will be lightened.
Sing me a song of how the bluetit
Quietly lives across the sea.
Sing me a song of how the young girl
Went to fetch water in the morning.
Our wretched little cottage
Is gloomy and dark.
Why do you sit all silent
Hugging the window, old gran?
Has the howling of the storm
Wearied you, at last, dear friend?
Or are you dozing fitfully
Under the spinning wheel's humming?