My feeble translation:

The wind from the ocean blows in my window
Blow from the north, blow from the south.
Wind’s blowing from the ocean, but it’s dark in my prison cell
Blow, ye wind, blow, till you blow it away.

In the dark-blue sky reign grace and peace
Blow from the north, blow from the south.
But the heart under the saddle smells of tar and hay-dust
Blow, ye wind, blow, till you blow it away.
And we wait, wait, wait
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait,
Stirring vodka with an iron nail

I went to the well, but there’s a hole in my pail
Blow from the north, blow from the south.
Tomorrow will not come, it’s yesterday that’s coming,
Blow, ye wind, blow, till you blow it away.
Touch it only, so what if it goes wrong? It only needs beginning
Blow, ye wind, blow, till you blow it away.
And we wait, wait, wait
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait,
Stirring oblivion with pain

Dash against the wall, dash your head against the cross
Nobody will go away intact from this bridesfair
And the girls are laughing, they are waging war,
They want some bright red wine.

That’s why blow, wind, blow. Blow from afar,
Blow from the north, blow from the south.
Blow across, blow for sure
Blow, ye wind, blow, till you blow it away.
Blow at the power-saw bench, blow at the isles,
Blow from the north, blow from the south.
Blow till the window panes are blown out of their frames
Blow, ye wind, blow, till you blow it away.

And we wait,
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait,
Stirring soma with death…

Stir ye, stir, stir...

Добавлено (16.03.2010, 12:41)
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Если кто что понимает в хоровой музыке или просто хочет послушать офигительный расклад голосов - вам сюда http://rutube.ru/tracks/524230.html?v=af480a5288de8500d240f66f789cc428

It's a Russian folk song.
*Cossacks were farmers and at the same time the elite cavalry troups guarding the southern border of Russia. The Don is mentioned as a river along whose banks they used to settle.

Here's my translation of the song:

Young cossack’s carousing
Young cossack’s carousing
Young cossack’s carousing
Along the great Don.

A girl’s crying there
A girl’s crying there
A girl’s crying there
Over the stream flowing fast

“Oh, why are you crying,
Oh, why are you crying
Oh, why are you crying
Why all those tears?”

“A gypsy did tell me
A gypsy did tell me
A gypsy did tell me
When she read my palm -

I’m not to be happy
I’m not to be happy
A cossack’s sad widow
A widow I’ll be.”

Young cossack’s carousing
Young cossack’s carousing
Young cossack’s carousing
Along the great Don.
Young cossack’s carousing,
Quiet flows the Don.

And listen to this - http://blog.i.ua/community/262/348533/. It's a very good rendition of a Russian WWII song by "Bonny Jacks".

Добавлено (24.03.2010, 12:09)
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Those who like experiments in music just should hear this - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7NG32LVyrwY&feature=related . This a Siberian group with a good sense of humor and knowledge of throat singing.
And this tune is just beautiful - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pXI0HcC1VRk&feature=related. This Sainkho Namtchylak from Tuva, in RF also.