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"A Guy from Baikal" («Паренек с Байкала») is a Soviet Russian patriotic song about Lake Baikal, the world's deepest lake. The lyrics were written by Alexander Zharov, and the music was composed by Konstantin Listov. The song was first performed by Ivan Shmelyov.[1][2] It was first recorded in Moscow in 1949, and the song is typically performed on an accordion.[3]

Lyrics[]

Russian original[]

Cyrillic script Latin script

На навую службу, на Дальний Восток,
Поехал служить боевой паренёк.
Трофейную музыку взял он с собой -
Гармонику цвета волны голубой.

Припев:
Слушайте, сопки, слушай, Байкал,
То, что недавно в Берлине играл.
Песенку эту с любовью играю,
Славный поход и друзей вспоминаю.
 
Живут у Байкала невеста и мать.
Отсюда на запад ходил воевать...
Сосед любопытный спросил паренька:
"Дорога, небось, и теперь далека?"

Припев

Не стал паренёк отвечать на вопрос,
К окошку вагона глазами прирос,
Взглянул на знакомый рыбацкий причал...
А поезд по берегу дальше помчал.

Припев[1][2]

Na navuju službu, na Daljnij Vostok,
Pojehal služitj bojevoj parenjok.
Trofejnuju muzyku vzjal on s soboj -
Garmoniku cveta volny goluboj.

Pripev:
Slušajte, sopki, slušaj, Bajkal,
To, čto nedavno v Berline igral.
Pesenku etu s ljubovjju igraju,
Slavnyj pohod i druzej vspominaju.

Živut u Bajkala nevesta i matj.
Otsjuda na zapad hodil vojevatj..
Sosed ljubopytnyj sprosil parenjka:
"Doroga, nebosj, i teperj daleka?"

Pripev

Ne stal parenjok otvečatj na vopros,
K okošku vagona glazami priros,
Vzgljanul na znakomyj rybackij pričal...
A pojezd po beregu daljše pomčal.

Pripev

Buryat translation[]

English translation[]

To the new service, to the Far East,
I went to serve a fighting guy.
Trophy music he took with him -
Wave colour harmonica blue.

Chorus:
Listen, hills, listen, Baikal,
What recently played in Berlin.
I play this song with love,
A glorious campaign and I remember my friends.
 
The bride and mother live near Baikal.
From here he went to the west to fight…
A curious neighbor asked the boy:
"The road, I suppose, is now far away?"

Chorus

The boy did not answer the question,
I stuck my eyes to the window of the car,
Looked at the familiar fishing pier…
And the train rushed along the coast.

Chorus

References[]

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