Lenfilm
Vybor ("Choice") Creative Collective
A Lacy Fairy-Tale
Oh, my little oak tree, Why don't you want to grow,
Why, oak, do you wither, And so make my heart hurt?
Why, oak, are you wilting, Is it the harsh winter,
Is it the severe cold, Is it the rain windy?
"No, 'tis not the cold rain That beats 'gainst my green leaves,
From longing and sadness All my leaves have fallen.
Not amidst an oak grove, But 'midst windy grasses
In the open prarie I have grown up, lonesome."
How beside our, how beside our, How beside our own front gate,
Ai, luli, our front gate, Yes luli-luli our front gate.
Girls stood in a, girls stood in a, Girls stood in a circle dance,
Ai, luli, circle dance, Yes luli-luli circle dance.
Of young lasses, of your lasses, Of young lasses a whole flock.
Ai, luli, a whole flock, Yes luli-luli a whole flock.
Those lasses were, those lasses were, Those lasses were calling me,
Ai, luli, calling me, Yes luli-luli calling me.
The young lasses, the young lasses, The young lasses then led me,
Ai, luli, then led me...
screenwriters L. Ivanishchenko, N. Stepanova
director & art director N. Stepanova
camera Z. Preobrazhenskaya
composer A. Zaharov
sound V. Matyushin
montage I. Chumakova
script editor V. Cheredoylo
production director N. Sakidon
(c) Lenfilm
The End
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