Question by *dny’88forever*: does anyone know where can I find the lyrics of Alexander Borodin’s “Prince Igor”?
i’ve looked everywhere and don’t know where else to try.
please help
but not in english…
in russian…
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Answer by Louie Marallag
Prince Igor
*featuring Sissel Kyrkjebo
[CHORUS: SISSEL]
“Fly on the wings of the wind
to the homeland, our home song
where we sang freely loving
where me and you felt so freely”
[WARREN G]
Warren G. top dog
Patrolling the beach
Riggers say they hard as bricks
But they soft as a peach
Climbin the G of all G’s
Please
I come blowin through like the breeze
Sitting on the threes
Post it coast it and mash it down
Pacific coast in the bomb chrome rims
Black on black Yukon
With nuts hangin from the city
Where the bangers be bangin
It don’t seem like shit is changin
I hollered at a homey the other day
G’d up at the park
Sippin Alisay
One of the homies took a beatin
So now we’ll start to be a gang
Checkin at the meetin
Life cycles repeatin
It’s just another sunset fall and see
I can hear the homies that pass
Calling me
And you know what I discover
What they keep sayin
Keep your mind and your money
Motherfuckers
And shake busters
[CHORUS: SISSEL]
Uletaj na kryl’jach vetra
Ty V kraj rodnoj, rodnaja pesnya nasha,
Tuda gde my lubya svobodno peli,
Gde bylo tak privol’no nam s toboju.
[WARREN G]
Have you ever sold millions
But yet you niggers persist to talk shit
Get off my dick
Ya never catch me slippin
Rollin with the heat
Slap the clippin
I never thought the world
Would start trippin
My life’s a though
Hit the crypto
Blow the whistle
They think I bang
So I pack a pistol
Warren to the G. is a G.
I don’t fuck with you nigger
So don’t fuck with me
Let’s ride to the East Side
Slide like a fo
I pack a 44
When I’m steppin out dough
To the bang to the boogie
If I speak then I spoke
Warren G. you do it every time
Till ya low
Get the party lit
Like blazin smoke
The East Side of the beach
West side of the coast
You know the niggers that arrive
With hogs
Attack dogs
To say niggers are down to die
With motherfucker
[CHORUS: SISSEL]
Uletaj na kryl’jach vatra
Ty y kraj rodnoj, rodnaja pesnma nasa,
Tuda gde my lebja svobodno peli,
Gde bylo tak privol’no nam s’toboju.
[WARREN G]
Who’s the man
I’ve been from London to Japan
Stomp land to land
And to the Egyptian sands
You can’t check me
Disrespect me
Ya mock me up
With the bass bumping out my truck
And all these police tryin to lock me up
Money rules the world
And I made the loot
So don’t make me shoot
Cause trying to match’ll get you down
Every time
I ain’t trying to hurt nobody
But I’m down for mine
Biatch
[WARREN G]
Money over power
Power over money
Money over power
Power over money
Money over power
Power over money
Money over power
Power over money
Money over power
Biatch biatch
[CHORUS: SISSEL]
Uletaj na kryl’jach vatra
Ty y kraj rodnoj, rodnaja pesnma nasa,
Tuda gde my lebja svobodno peli,
Gde bylo tak privol’no nam s’toboju.
[CHORUS: SISSEL]
Uletaj na kryl’jach vatra
Ty y kraj rodnoj, rodnaja pesnma nasa,
Tuda gde my lebja svobodno peli,
Gde bylo tak privol’no nam s’toboju.
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Spiritoso says
I looked for a while myself, check out this web site:
ALEXANDER BORODIN : Music from Prince Igor – Polovetsian Dances with chorus (play time : 11m38s)
I. [The Flowing Dance of Young Maidens]
Fly away on the wings of the wind
To our native land
0, you, our native song.
To that place where we sang to you so freely,
Where things were so idyllic for you and me.
There under the sultry sky
The air is full of bliss.
There under the murmur of the sea
The hills slumber under the clouds.
There the sun shines so brightly,
Our native hills are flooded with light,
In the valleys splendid roses bloom,
Nightingales sing in the green forests
And the sweet grape grows.
0, fly away there.
[Dance of the Savage Men] – Interlude
II. [The General Dance]
Sing songs of praise to the Khan! Sing!
Praise the courage of the Khan! Praise!
Glorious Khan! He is our glorious Khan!
With a blaze of glory equal to the sun is our Khan.
There is no one equal in glory to the Khan. None!
III. [Khan Konchak (to Igor)]
Do you see the slave-girls from a distant sea?
Do you see my pretty one from beyond the Caspian?
Only tell me, friend, only a word to me
And your favorite of these I will give you.
[Dance of the Slaves]
Prisoners of the Khan, praise the Khan!
Sing songs of praise to the Khan, Sing!
Praise his generosity, praise his kindness, Praise!
For his enemies he is terrible, our Khan!
Who can be equal in glory to the Khan? Who?
With a blaze of glory equal to the sun is he.
[Dance of the Young Boys] – Interlude
IV. [Dance of the Men]
Equal to the glory of our forefathers is our Khan,
Khan, Khan Konchak.
Glorious Khan, Khan Konchak.
[Dance of the Young Boys] – Interlude
V. [Flowing Dance of Young Maidens – reprise]
Fly away … [repeat]
[Dance of the Young Boys] – Interlude
VI. [Dance of the Men]
Equal to the glory of our forefathers is our Khan,
Khan, Khan Konchak.
The Terrible Khan Konchak.
[Dance of the Young Boys] – Interlude
VII. [Dance of the Men]
Praise the Khan, Khan Konchak.
VIII. [General Dance]
A dance for your pleasure, Khan
[repeat]
Our Khan Konchak!
*The true name of the Asiatic tribes that occupied the steppe region of what is now Russia in the 12th and 13th centuries is the Polovtsy. The name has picked up an extra “e” in many transliterations (sometimes even in the Russian word) which makes it easier to pronounce, but which is extraneous.
– Robert C. Loge
Source :
Stravinsky: The Firebird Suite; Borodin: Music from Prince Igor [Import]
Alexander Borodin (Compositeur), Igor Stravinsky (Compositeur), Robert Shaw (Chef d’orchestre), Atlanta Symphony Orchestra & Chorus (Orchestre)
Telarc; ASIN : B000003CSF