下载 "Отава Ё - Иванушка-рачек (Otava Yo - Ivan the crayfish)"

Шестой официальный видеоклип фолк-группы Отава Ё. The Translation of lyrics for english speakers is below! Купить песню в itunes: http://j.mp/1LNdWYe Режиссёр – Алексей Белкин, Всеволод Алёхин. Сценарий – Алексей Белкин. Оператор - Анастасия Мазина Механик - Иван Мосичев Postproduction – студия Алёхина. В съёмках клипа принимали участие скрипачки из Латвии: Asnāte Rancāne Katrīna Zalāne Laura Marta Arāja Lauma Bērza Matilde Mežinska Анастасия Олёнкина Так же в съёмках принимали участие: Агата Белкина, София Белкина, Matilde Muktupāvela, Miķelis Zalāns, Ilze Ērgle, Ieva Muktupāvela, Māra Muktupāvela, Jānis Muktupāvels, Juris Zalāns, Inese Iris Liepiņa, Павел Карпенков, Денис Антипов, Елена Качкина, Анастасия Бутинёва, собаки Джерри, Лацис и Морис. Снято на хуторе Пурайши (Латвия) в августе 2015 года. Огромное спасибо хозяину хутора - Нику Эрглису (Niks Ērglis). Director - Alexey Belkin, Vsevolod Aljokhin Cinematographer - Anastija Mazina Operator assistant - Ivan Mosichev Script - Alexey Belkin Postproduction - Vsevolod Aljokhin With support of violin players from Latvia: Asnāte Rancāne Katrīna Zalāne Laura Marta Arāja Lauma Bērza Matilde Mežinska Anastasija Oļenkina Also participated: Agata Belkina, Sofia Belkina, Matilde Muktupāvela, Miķelis Zalāns, Ilze Ērgle, Ieva Muktupāvela, Māra Muktupāvela, Jānis Muktupāvels, Juris Zalāns, Inese Iris Liepiņa, Pavel Karpenkov, Denis Antipov, Elena Kachkina, Anastasia Butinjova, dogs: Jerry, Lācis, Moris. Shot in Latvia (steading Puraiši), august 2015. With thanks to owner of steading - Niks Ērglis. Official homepage of group: http://otava-yo.spb.ru Translation: Ivan the Crayfish’s crawling along the bank Catches a fish and brings it to little Ul'yan Little Ul'yan wolfs down the peppered fish The landlord sits in the barnyard and screams "I'll whip you!" They work their fingers to the bone With a wooden plough and harrow Mother sold the latter Didn’t ask much for it A hoe, a shovel And a hen It sits on its roost Counting its eggs One, two, three, four They taught me how to count But not to read or write I had to play with dolls I broke one of my dolls Mummy gave me a spanking Dad, dad hit me on the back Balalaika on the wall Down the balalaika fell And hit the pig on its hump And then dad on his back So he won’t be riding a pig anymore