Songs
Choho tak poblidly trojandy jasni, 'Why have the roses grown pale'
by Mykola Vitaliyovych Lysenko From A Poet’s Love (after Schumann's 'Dichterliebe')
Text & Translation
Choho tak poblidly trojandy jasni, 'Why have the roses grown pale'
Ukrainian source:
Lesya Ukrainka
Skazhy, moja ljuba, men’i?
Choho u zelen’ij travi zapashn’ij
Blakitn’i fijalky sumn’i?
Choho zhajvoronok tak sumno spiva
Ta zhal’ibno v nebi jasn’im?
Choho pakhne tak zapashnaja trava,
Nemov pohrebovyj toj dym?
Choho navit' sontse ne hrije mene,
A prykro tak svityt’ na d’il?
Choho na zeml’i vse
smutne i strashne,
Mov sumneje pole mohyl?
Choho men’I tjazhko,
vmyraju nemov?
Skazhy, moje shchastja jasne!
O myla, kokhanaja ljubko, promov,
Choho pokydajesh mene!
after Heinrich Heine (1797 - 1856)
Why have the bright roses turned so pale
English translation ©
Rozanna Madylus
Tell me, o my beloved?
Why in the green, fragrant grass
Are the azure violets so sad?
Why does the lark sing so sadly
And mournfully in the clear sky?
And the fragrance of the grass,
As if after a recent burial?
Why, doesn’t even the sun warm me,
But shines so vexingly on the earth?
Why is everything on the earth
so sad and terrible,
Like a sad field of graves?
Why is everything so heavy,
as though I am dying?
Tell me, my bright happiness!
O darling, beloved dear, speak,
Why are you abandoning me!
Choho tak poblidly trojandy jasni, 'Why have the roses grown pale'
Ukrainian source:
Lesya Ukrainka
Why have the bright roses turned so pale
English source:
Rozanna Madylus
Choho tak pobl’idly trojandy jasn’i,
Why have the bright roses turned so pale,
Skazhy, moja ljuba, men’i?
Tell me, o my beloved?
Choho u zelen’ij travi zapashn’ij
Why in the green, fragrant grass
Blakitn’i fijalky sumn’i?
Are the azure violets so sad?
Choho zhajvoronok tak sumno spiva
Why does the lark sing so sadly
Ta zhal’ibno v nebi jasn’im?
And mournfully in the clear sky?
Choho pakhne tak zapashnaja trava,
And the fragrance of the grass,
Nemov pohrebovyj toj dym?
As if after a recent burial?
Choho navit' sontse ne hrije mene,
Why, doesn’t even the sun warm me,
A prykro tak svityt’ na d’il?
But shines so vexingly on the earth?
Choho na zeml’i vse
Why is everything on the earth
smutne i strashne,
so sad and terrible,
Mov sumneje pole mohyl?
Like a sad field of graves?
Choho men’I tjazhko,
Why is everything so heavy,
vmyraju nemov?
as though I am dying?
Skazhy, moje shchastja jasne!
Tell me, my bright happiness!
O myla, kokhanaja ljubko, promov,
O darling, beloved dear, speak,
Choho pokydajesh mene!
Why are you abandoning me!
