Верила, верю
I believed, I believe
Verila, veryu
This is lovely audio.
Lyrics | English
Lyrics | Russian
Херсонес (Khersones) ruins, Crimea
Bell of Khersones
St Vladimir Cathedral (background)
photo Dmitry A. Mottl
Bell of Khersones Sevastopol, Crimea
-- fog bell / foghorn -- cast 1788 from trophy of Turkish cannons
-- seized by RUSSIAN IMPERIAL ARMY -- in Russo-Turkish War - 1768-1774 -- features depictions of patron saints: -- Saint Nicholas -- Saint Phocas -- phrase:
«Сей колокол вылит в Святого Николая Чудотворца в Таганро… из пленен Турецкой артиллери… весом … пуд фу (нт) 1778 месяца Августа … числа»
«This bell was cast in the Saint Nicholas the Wonderworker Church in Taganrog from the trophy Turkish artillery ...»
-- bell cast at Russian Navy's military base at that time -- to 1803 St Nicholas church was subordinated Navy ministry -- Sevastopol then becomes main Russian navy base in South of Russia -- Emperor Alexander I orders bell to be transported to Sevastopol to be fitted -- to Church of St Nicholas, being constructed at the time -- in Crimean War, fog bell seized by French
& placed in cathedral of Notre-Dame, Paris -- bell returned as sign of 'alliance & friendship' by French -- 1913: bell returned by French to monastery at Khersones -- 1925: monastery closed by communists -- 1927: bells sent away to be recast -- one bell survived as signal fog bell (serving to 1960s)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bell_of_Chersonesos
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Domik stoit nad rekoyu, Pristan' u samoy reki. Paren' devchonku tseluyet, Prosit ot papy ruki.
Verila, verila, veryu, Verila, verila ya! No nikogda ne poveryu, Chto ty razlyubish' menya!
Belaya roza - svidan'ya, Krasnaya roza - lyubvi, Zheltaya roza - razluki. YA umirayu s toski!
Verila, verila, veryu, Verila, verila ya! No nikogda ne poveryu, Chto ty razlyubish' menya!
Beluyu rozu sryvayu, Krasnuyu rozu daryu, Zheltuyu rozu razluki YA pod nogami topchu.
Verila, verila, veryu, Verila, verila ya! No nikogda ne poveryu, Chto ty razlyubish' menya!
Lyubish', ne lyubish' - ne nado! Ty ved' yeshche moloda! Vremya nastanet - polyubish', No budet uzh pozdno togda.
Verila, verila, veryu, Verila, verila ya! No nikogda ne poveryu, Chto ty razlyubish' menya!
Gody proshli molodyye, Morshchinki pokryli litso, Volosy stali sedyye I bole ne nuzhen nikto.
Verila, verila, veryu, Verila, verila ya! No nikogda ne poveryu, Chto ty razlyubish' menya!
Verila, verila, veryu, Verila, verila ya! No nikogda ne poveryu, Chto ty razlyubish' menya!
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