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February 26, 2016
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Bud’ molchaliva, kak mogily,
Kto ni straday,
I za nevinnykh Boga sily
Ne prizyvay!
Tvoyey dushi svyatyye zvuki,
Tvoy detskiy bred –
Peretolkuyet vse ot skuki
Bezbozhnyy svet.
Somneniye
Text: Nestor Kukolnik
Uymites’, volneniya strasti,
Zasni, beznadezhnoye serdtse,
Ya plachu, ya strazhdu,
dusha istomilas’ v razluke!
Ya strazhdu, ya plachu,
ne vyplakat’ gorya v slezakh.
Naprasno nadezhda mne schast’ye gadayet–
Ne veryu, ne veryu obetam kovarnym,
Razluka unosit lyubov’!
Kak son, neotstupnyy i groznyy,
Mne snitsya sopernik schastlivyy,
I tayno, i zlobno
kipyashchaya revnost’ pylayet!
I tayno, i zlobno
oruzhiye ishchet ruka.
Naprasno izmenu mne revnost’ gadayet–
Ne veryu, ne veryu kovarnym navetam,
Ya schastliv–ty snova moya!
Minuyet pechal’noye vremya,
My snova obnimem drug druga,
I strastno, i zharko
zab’yotsya voskressheye serdtse,
I strastno, i zharko
s ustami sol’yutsya usta.
Bolero
Text: Nestor Kukolnik
O deva chudnaya moya!
Tvoyey lyubov’yu schastliv ya.
Pripav chelom k moyey grudi,
V nemom vostorge tayesh’ ty.
Tak mnogo plameni v ochakh,
Tak mnogo negi na ustakh!
Trepeshchet grud’, ty vsya drozhish’,
Bez slov ty klyatvy mne darish’!
Lobzan’ye dlitsya bez rechey.
YA p’yu vostorg lyubvi tvoyey
V nevozmutimoy tishine...
No yesli ty izmenish’ mne,
O, deva bednaya moya!
I dik i mrachen budu ya.
I buryu smerti podymu
Tebe i drugu tvoyemu!
Be as silent as graves,
No matter who suffers;
And for the innocent
Do not summon God’s power.
The sacred sounds of your soul,
Your childish delirium –
Out of boredom,
Godless society will misinterpret everything.
Doubt
Calm down, feelings of passion!
Go to sleep, heart without hope!
I weep, I suffer,
My soul has grown weary from my isolation!
I suffer, I weep,
I can find no consolation in tears.
My hope for happiness is futile.
I do not believe in devious vows.
Separation eliminates love.
Like a relentless, menacing apparition,
I dream of a rival luckier than I.
And secretly, and maliciously,
Seething jealousy flares up!
And secretly, and maliciously,
My hand reaches out for a weapon.
Jealousy foretells a betrayal of me, but in vain.
I do not believe the insidious slanders.
I am happy, once again you are mine!
The time of sadness will pass.
Once again we will embrace;
And passionately and ardently
My resurrected heart will beat anew,
And passionately and ardently
My lips will join yours in rapturous kisses.
Bolero
Oh, my wondrous girl!
I am happy in your love.
When you press your head against my breast,
You melt in mute rapture.
So much flame in your eyes!
So much languor in your lips!
Your breast heaves, you tremble...
Without words you pledge yourself to me!
A kiss lingers ... without words.
I drink the rapture of your love
In imperturbable silence ...
But what if you betray me?
O, my poor girl!
Then I will be wild and gloomy,
And I will stir up a storm of death
For you and your new love!