Songs
I ruki l'nut k rukam, 'Hands cling to hands'
by Mikhail Ippolitov-Ivanov From Four Poems by Rabindranath Tagore Op. 68
Text & Translation
I ruki l'nut k rukam, 'Hands cling to hands'
Russian source:
Rabindranath Tagore
Tak prost nash gimn serdec v sijan'e `etoj nochi.
Luna nam tikho svetit, struitsja aromat,
I flejta, i girljanda v zabvenii lezhat.
Zachem teper' mne zvuki, zachem tebe cvety.
Prosta ljubov', kak pesnja, zdes' tol'ko ja da ty.
I smotrjat ochi v ochi, i l'nut k ustam usta.
Mezh mnoju i toboju ljubov', kak pesn', prosta.
Hands cling to hands
English translation ©
Philip Ross Bullock
So simple is the hymn of our heart in the radiance of this night.
The moon shines down on us in silence, the air is heavy with scent,
And flute and garland lie forgotten.
What use are sounds to me, what use are flowers to you?
Love is as simple as a song, you and I are the only ones here.
And eyes gaze into eyes, and lips fall upon lips.
The love between you and me is as simple as a song.
I ruki l'nut k rukam, 'Hands cling to hands'
Russian source:
Rabindranath Tagore
Hands cling to hands
English source:
Philip Ross Bullock
I ruki l'nut k rukam, i ochi smotrjat v ochi -
Hands cling to hands, and eyes gaze into eyes -
Tak prost nash gimn serdec v sijan'e `etoj nochi.
So simple is the hymn of our heart in the radiance of this night.
Luna nam tikho svetit, struitsja aromat,
The moon shines down on us in silence, the air is heavy with scent,
I flejta, i girljanda v zabvenii lezhat.
And flute and garland lie forgotten.
Zachem teper' mne zvuki, zachem tebe cvety.
What use are sounds to me, what use are flowers to you?
Prosta ljubov', kak pesnja, zdes' tol'ko ja da ty.
Love is as simple as a song, you and I are the only ones here.
I smotrjat ochi v ochi, i l'nut k ustam usta.
And eyes gaze into eyes, and lips fall upon lips.
Mezh mnoju i toboju ljubov', kak pesn', prosta.
The love between you and me is as simple as a song.
