Tourist Songs of the 60s

The collection was compiled, typed and reproduced on rotaprint by a group of tourists
in 1959.

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GOOD NIGHT

The little one in the manger is completely limp,
The old nanny is busy with him,
He dreamed that he was a sailor
Good night, good night.

Student Petrov sleeping in the dormitory
He will either wake up or suddenly jump up.
He dreamed that there were no bedbugs
Good night, good night.

At the warehouse the watchman has been sleeping for a long time,
And in sweet slumber he closed his eyes,
He dreamed that he was not sleeping
Good night, good night.

The sanatorium has been sleeping for a long time
The doors are all locked
But we climb in through the window.
Good night, good night.

Thieves broke into someone's house,
Tied things up in a knot
And they wished the owners:
"Good night, good night."

The lover looks into the night distance,
He is looking for something, wants something,
And he dreams only about her.
Good night, good night.

Lover, come on, why suffer?
Why torment a sick heart like that?
She loves you, go to sleep,
Good night, good night.

We play for you and sing for you,
But the voices are very tired,
You sit and we will go,
Good night, good night.

TU.00p OS 1975 I2 20s jester
Olya Sokolskaya and her friends, students born in 1958
Moscow, 1975

The whole city is sleeping, the engineer is sleeping
The telegraph operator is sleeping and the worker is sleeping
The telephone operator is sleeping, the pioneer is sleeping,
Good night, good night.

The baby in the manger is completely wet,
The old nanny is busy with him,
He dreamed that he was a sailor and he sailed,
Good night, good night.

A young mother in the maternity hospital
Then suddenly he wakes up, then suddenly he jumps up
And she dreamed of seven twins from three fathers,
Good night, good night.

And in the dormitory student Petrov
Either he will suddenly wake up, or suddenly jump up.
He dreamed that there were no bedbugs
There are bedbugs, good night.

Thieves broke into the old lady's house,
Tied things up in a knot
And they wrote: “Thank you for this trash,”
Good night, good night.

And in the department, Sergeant Petrov
Then suddenly he wakes up, then suddenly he jumps up
He dreamed that there were no thieves
There are plenty of thieves, good night.

POZEMKA

The wind twists the ground, the stars have disappeared into
clouds,
And ahead the lights of distant villages flicker
Somewhere an accordion is playing, snow is rushing
volatile
And a furrow lies near our ski tracks...

How many roads have we walked, how many more
left.
We have virgin snow together, friends,
go...
But to tell the truth, it was when
tired
We were quietly tempted to turn away from the house
ways.

Do you remember how on a blizzard night we stopped
at school
We are at the hot stove, forgetting everything for a moment...
They sang about how somewhere, in the snowy yes-
lekom field,
Feeling my end was near, I froze
coachman...

The gusty winter wind knocked on the window with a branch.
wind
And he didn’t let us sleep for a long time with his howls
And the next morning at the early dawn
In the cold, blizzard and frost we walked to the distant
path.


FIRST LOVE

Why walk and carry a heavy backpack?
Sit, smoke, dream in the tobacco smoke.
That's why she's first love, oh,
So that she would not be particularly successful.

That girl has been with someone else for a long time
You will hardly be able to return her
That's why she's first love, oh
So that we don’t forget about her all our lives.

Don't complain, don't be sad, fall in love again,
We can love endlessly
That's why she's first love, oh
So that another one would follow her.

MOUNTAIN LYRICAL

There are many girls in the world,
But still drawn to one
And I shot my girlfriend
In Sukhumi last spring.

In boots, in a green rain jacket,
There was an ice ax near my feet.
And I'm not a timid guy in general.
But I couldn’t explain myself here.

And I walked sad for a long time
Cursing my own deeds.
But suddenly I find out by chance,
that the girl went to the mountains.

Not wanting to lose her
I bought a huge backpack
And he trudged into the mountains, sobbing
Like an old and skinny donkey.

And how did it happen, brothers,
I won’t undertake to explain to you,
What am I doing for love?
Managed to climb high Elbrus.

Crawling onto the glacier on your belly
I suddenly find out from the guys
What did someone meet on Donguz
Her, my stranger.

Backpack for a tired back -
And again I'm going to the mountains
I take the top for the top,
But I will still find a girl.

I will not contradict this fate
But I still have hope
That somewhere in the Ushba I will meet
Hers, the stranger, mine.

WE HAVE A LOT TO WALK AROUND THE WORLD

We have to walk around the world a lot,
Live by the sea, in the valleys, in the forests
To establish crossings without bridges,
Wander in the mountains with an ice ax.

And on construction sites in the far south,
And among the Stalingrad steppes,
in the Arctic amidst a wild blizzard.
We will find friends everywhere.

For many anxious nights
To spend by the forest fire,
We will be able to navigate the untrodden taiga,
Plot a route without a road.

And in the Carpathian green thickets,
On the Kuril Islands near the distant seas,
In our battle for peace and happiness.
We will find friends everywhere.

Let bad weather threaten us on the way,
We will take on any obstacles
And nature will retreat, surrendering
Before friendship, perseverance, work.

Our happiness is growing wider and wider,
Do not thunder over the earth.
To protect labor and peace
Our song calls people.

The southern sun burned our skin in the mountains
The gray north has tempered the souls,
The blizzard nights also dispelled fear,
The wind of Asia taught me to sing.


I've walked around the world a lot,
Lived in dugouts, tents, in the taiga
Was buried alive twice...
...
And the enemy will never achieve
So that your head bows,
My dear capital,
My golden Moscow!

BLACK FIRS

Black firs stand outside the window,
The night is so incredibly beautiful.
You and I are standing next to each other in the vestibule,
The train is running quickly.
Train, train, rush us at least to
line to the pole.
Train, train, rush us at least to
line to the pole.

In the morning you’ll pull on your backpack as usual,
You don't feel the heaviness at all.
It's clear to everyone that you're not a donkey
But he’s as hardy as a donkey.

2 rub. Clear, clear, backpack on your back
not in vain.

Sarma rages down the gorge,
Our path along the riverbed is shorter.
The fog descended like a blue haze.
Oh, mosquito nights,
Nights, nights, every devilish sleep
wants.

Nights, nights. This is not Sochi for you, brothers.
The years will pass in succession,
But we'll remember it all
How we wandered, how we spent
Our tourist summer.
Summer, summer is our tourist summer.

DREAM

Leaving the girls in the valley,
Leaving all the extra luggage,
Only men went upstairs
On an impenetrable mountain ridge.
What a passage!

Chorus: Mountains, you don’t give me peace,
Mountains, you beckon with your beauty,
Mountains, blue expanses behind you,
Caucasus Mountains, I fell in love with you
with all my heart

Night found us at the top,
We climbed into sleeping bags.
And my heart felt good
After all, we left the girls.
And everyone left.

Chorus:

And in the morning there is no way up,
The path to Dzhalovchay is dangerous,
Look more carefully at your feet,
Check, measure every step.
Here the stone is the enemy.

Chorus:

Above us the sky is turning a little blue,
Clouds pass below,
And it warms the heart so well -
The goal of the ascent is close.
Quite close.

Chorus:



Finally we are at the top
Suddenly amazing news:
While we were hanging out in the valley,
And our girls are already here.
We managed to get in.

Chorus:

Everyone was filled with amazement,
There was a terrible ringing in my ears.
My heart ached so sadly,
But fortunately it was just a dream.
Nightmare dream.

Chorus:

There are so many good girls
How many affectionate names
But it's the only thing that worries me,
Taking away peace and sleep,
When in love.

Chorus:
Heart, you don't want peace,
My heart, how good it is to live in the world,
Heart, how good it is that you are,
Thank you, heart, that you know how to love so much.

Love will come unexpectedly
When you're not expecting it at all,
And every evening it will immediately become
So amazingly good
And you eat.

RUSSIA IS MY HOMELAND

/music Muradeli, lyrics. Kharitonova/

1. When I walk near Moscow,
Where the grass smells like mint,
Nature whispers to me with love
Your cherished words.

A strip of dawn in the distance
Burns with an autumn flame,
My friend birch
He says to me quietly:

Chorus: Russia, Russia,
Native, free lands,
Russia, Russia,
Russia is my homeland!

2. When sometimes I sail along the Volga
And the seagull flutters behind the stern
I look, I look at the shore for a long time,
He won't break up with me

I wave my hand welcomingly,
And the shore is nearby
And someone is late across the river
Sings in a loud voice.

Chorus:

2. When the Moscow train takes me
Takes you to distant places
Bread bows to my waist,
An early star is blinking.

I came out to the voice of the Motherland, -
How good are you, Russia!
I look around and hear in my heart
My soul sings, sings.

Chorus.

GLOBE

I don't know where to meet
We'll have to go with you.
The globe is spinning, spinning,
Like a blue ball.

Chorus: And cities and countries flash by,
Parallels and meridians.
But there are no such dotted lines yet
Through which we should wander
to the world

I know there is an unknown latitude of latitudes,
Where is our wonderful friendship?
will bring it together

Chorus: And then we will know what is brave
Everyone took on big things
case.
And the places we've been
People marked on world maps.

We will remember each other
Beyond the mountain tops
Behind the February blizzards
Through the snowy expanse.

Chorus: And even though we are hundreds of miles
wandered around
There were kilometers between us.
But thousands of miles away
separation
We will hear our friend's songs
sounds.



Remember, the nights are cavernous
And bonfires over the river,
Excessive appetites
And a backpack on my back.

Chorus: And when they lay under the trees
Remember about warm beds
Nali.
Songs about great construction projects
sang.
Ten kilometers from the target.

We don't believe in fatigue
We don't know how to be sad
We are toothless old age
He won't catch up on the way.

Chorus: Because we are a wandering people,
Because we can't do otherwise
Because we can't live without
songs,
Because the world is without songs
cramped

HERE ARE THE TOURISTS COMING

Here come the tourists
And they have nowhere to hide,
Streams of sweat run
By the exhausted faces,
They are not happy with the garden,
They are not happy with the field,

Through the fields, through the forests,
Through the fields, through the forests,
Entirely overgrown with nettles

Here come the tourists
The unfamiliar side
And they don't know
How to get home
Where is the homemade jelly?
Where there is cocoa without smoke,

Where is the dry bed?
Where is the dry bed?
Where mom takes care.

Here come the tourists
Without a path, without a road,
They don't sing songs anymore
My legs can barely drag.
And such is life
Reduced to an aphorism

The best holiday tourism,
The best holiday tourism,
Holidays are better in tourism!


Here are the soldiers coming
Unfamiliar side
Only the enemy will be defeated
And they will return home
Where is the thoughtful garden
And a wide field
Where are the native forests?
And a wide field.

Here are the soldiers coming
The song rushes loudly
And about the glorious redoubt
This song says,
About the thoughtful garden
And the weeping willow
About native forests
Yes, a wide field.

MOUNTAIN HIKE

In a distant capital
Comrades dream
A dream not yet finished, On soft beds
Without storms and blizzards
He's not worried about anything

They have baths and showers,
Bananas and pears
Available without any hassle.
And they saw us off
They sighed furtively,
Wishing that we go camping.

And we are without comfort
Far from the resort
"Putting" a backpack on my shoulders,
Have a cold night,
With a fire and a rope
We can't part ways

The path is difficult and dangerous
And yet beautiful
Clouds are floating below us.
And the song is winged
Takes off into the sunset
How wide this space is.

And we often dream
Home capital
And those who are not on their way,
Who's bored at home
And he doesn’t know happiness
Rise victoriously to the top.

REMEMBER

We have traveled many roads
In the Moscow region, taiga, in the mountains
Many songs have been sung and composed
At rest stops, in green forests.

We are strong through our ardent friendship,
We are a tourist group - a family
And a wandering camp life
We will always remember, friends.

We remember the first trip to the Moscow region,
how heavy the backpack seemed to us...
We walked through the forest and the branches were angry.
They didn't let me go forward at all.

The summer sun burned us,
Ate gadflies and mosquitoes
And the meaning of the word "azimuth"
It became clear to us from then on.

We pass villages and villages.
Far from their homes,
With our ringing and cheerful song.
It's easy for us to travel around the world.

Camping life has tempered us,
The wind of the Motherland taught me to sing,
The sky was our blanket
And the backpack served as a pillow for us.

MOSCOW LYRICAL

1. When the Moscow distances turn pink,
The capital meets the sunrise,
We are in the far reaches at this hour already
got up
2 rub.  And again we go on a hike.

2. Tall blue spruce trees rustle,
The breeze flies between the trunks.
And again the tourist songs sang
2 rub.  Romantics of long roads

3. The expanses of Russia are covered with snow
And it’s not easy for me without you,
There are kilometers of road between us,
2 rub. The meeting is still far away.

4. But let this song reach you
Through the blizzard, snow and forests.
And maybe the heart is stronger
2 rub.  will clog
You know how dear I am.

5. When the Moscow distances turn pink,
The capital meets the sunrise,
We are in the far reaches at this hour already
got up
And again we go on a hike.

TOURISTS /to the tune of "Soldiers"/

1. We are walking along a rocky path
Forgetting Moscow quarters
It's okay that we are tourists
We've gone far beyond the passes

2. We are used to overcoming fatigue,
We looked danger in the eyes,
It's good that we, comrade,
We matured a little during the trip.

3. We do not know lethargy and boredom.
They don’t write to us here, so what?
It's okay that we're apart
There will be meetings even more expensive for us.

4. The weather will be clear again,
There will be a beach by the gentle sea.
And then the misfortunes of the campaign
We will remember with pride

The sky will be blue again
There will be carousels in the parks again
It's nothing that you and I
So they didn’t have time to get married.

We walked under the hot sun,
In the rain, without opening the rollers
It's nothing that's hard for us
It's okay, comrade, everything is fine.

We are not looking for joy from life
And we don’t ask for rest on the march
It's nothing that we, my friend,
They got a little older in the army.

UKRAINIAN TOURIST

Oh, how I got to the Caucasus,
Oh, what a skill I have learned from a weight
We foolishly wandered around
Right up to the very top,
And the devil gored them.

Three days before the hike I got ready,
Everything seems to be rattling and kicking.
Cats, cats and kittens,
Damn you know what their name is,
I pulled on my legs just now

And how they picked up that backpack
My God, I’m not a donkey!
They poked three pounds on my back,
They pulled me with straps,
And what a fool he was to invent them!

Here I am doomed to death
And I stand like a stump and won’t move.
Alpinstock pidnir pid chest,
Well, goodbye good people,
I probably won't go back.

Yak cows were tied up,
Thinking that they were driving me to hell,
Through stones, snow, grass,
How much water did you get?
God, they almost broke the pistol.

And the yak began to spend the night in the mountains
Here we lay down in bags, two at a time, to sleep
Chi not manually I fit in,
Chi is not so twisted,
I couldn't grab my head.

So, brothers in the mountains, I was deceitful,
I barely got to the camp site
And from then on and from that month
Having become an avid tourist,
Taking the guitar, I fell asleep to the song.

BELALA-KAYA

1. In front of me is Belala-Kaya
Stands in the foggy heights,
And the muddy streams flow down so slowly
Behind the collar and across the back.

2. Why did I leave my windbreaker?
I didn’t take Zdarsky’s tent
I found myself, poor thing, in a cold overnight stay.
And the cold has frozen my bones

3. Now, having taken refuge in the tents,
The whole camp sleeps in dry bags,
I’m sitting on the ledge rather shaky,
I endure the cold bivouac.

4. There is no limit to my suffering,
I can't stand it anymore
Wai, wai, wai, wai, wai, wai,
I whine little by little.
Dawn would come sooner.

KARELIAN WALTZ

1. The frosty day is over,
The light of dawn has gone out,
Behind the neighboring lake
A migration awaits us.

Chorus: Dali of Karelian lakes
We will often dream about
And over the mountain tops,
And in my native capital

2. The sun has set,
Night has fallen from the mountains.
We will forever remember
The edge of forest lakes.

Chorus:

3. We will get up early in the morning
And we'll go south.
Will be covered in snowstorms
Fresh skiing.


The skis are standing by the stove
The sunset behind the mountain goes out
The month ends in March,
We'll have to go home soon...


The pot was no good
I fixed it as much as I could,
So that you, friends, can be convinced
How can my pot cook?

MUG

We walked away from home
before the camp meeting
And they met at the dinner table.
And now, almost a week soon,
We live like inseparable comrades.

Chorus: Eh, my big friend
mug,
My half liter.
Feed me, feed me
hot tea
Why I respect you
Eh, my big friend
mug,
My half liter.

I go for breakfast, lunch or dinner,
and you are with me on a canvas belt,
Just like a climber needs an ice ax on a hike,
So at the table I need you too.

Chorus.

The time will come and we will part with you.
We will all leave the camps and go home.
I will lift you with a trembling hand,
Pouring my farewells into you
one hundred grams.

Chorus.

ZHORA to the tune of "JOHNI"

This happens often in life.
People come to the mountains.
And why do they need these mountains?
These snowy expanses

They don't know well themselves.
Zhora, help me like a friend,
Give me your hand, Zhora.
It's hard to walk in the mountains,
It's hard to carry a backpack,
I know you are loaded yourself.
But in Dombay I’m alone,
I know how much you need
Because I need you.

Zhora, what about the overnight stay?
It's awkward to lie on the rocks.
I'm lying in a bag like a fool,
What will happen to the manicure?
The skin on my nose has peeled off,
In raincoat pants,
In the hood like a monk

The whole figure has deteriorated.
I have one dream
To leave quickly,
I'll send all the mountains to hell
I will go to resorts,
I'll pick up my husband there,

And then all these mountains
And the Dombay donkey Zhora
They will no longer be needed.


I grew up to be an amazing child,
Doesn't look like mom or dad
I fell in love with women from the cradle,
Hey, Zhora, hold my mac!

I came from the Caucasus and the wild North
Without knowing either galoshes or warm fur coats,
And if anyone doesn’t believe me in this,
Hey, Zhora, give me a heavy ice ax!

Once upon a time from a deep gorge
Tourists recovered a cold corpse
Pinned to it was a note:
Hey, Zhora, give me a heavy ice ax!

MARCH OF TOURISTS

1. The spring thunderstorms have died down,
Golden dawn over Moscow
Why are you, girl, looking through
tears,
Seeing the guys off to camp.

Chorus. Farewell, beloved land,
The trumpet calls for a hike.
Look, don't forget
Our combat tourist platoon
Don't cry, don't grieve,
Don't shed tears in vain,
Just kiss me harder
When we return from the camps.

2. Faces breathe health and vigor,
The stadium is ringing under your feet,
We carry it with hidden pride
Glory to our tourist banners

Chorus

3. It was not in vain that we studied tactics
And perhaps in a tough battle
We remember tourist practice
And your tourist group

ANTHEM OF THE SAVAGES

Well, what the hell, what the hell,
Well, what kind of month is that?
He's light at night, he's light at night,
It shines at night but not during the day.

Chorus: Where have you been for two weeks -
We've been waiting for you for two weeks
Where are you, what are you, why are you
not visible in the city?
It's a shame why you're tired
view?


Well, what kind of base is this?
Director e, instructor e,
Instructor, but it’s no use

Well, what a cute one.