Songs

Kogda volnuetsja zheltejushhaja niva,
When the ripening wheat fields gently stir,
i svezhij les shumit pri zvuke veterka,
And the fresh woods rustle to the sound of the breeze,
i prjachetsja v sadu malinovaja sliva
And the crimson plum hides in the garden
pod ten'ju sladostnoj zeljonogo listka;
In the sweet shade of a green leaf;

Kogda rosoj obryzgannyj dushistoj,
When, sprinkled with fragrant dew,
rumjanym vecherom il' utra v chas zlatoj,
At ruddy eventide or golden morn,
iz-pod kusta mne landysh serebrityj
The silvery lily-of-the-valley sweetly
privetlivo kivaet golovoj;
Nods its head to me from under the bush;

Kogda studenyj kljuch igraet po ovragu
When the icy spring plays in the ravine,
i, pogruzhaja mysl' v kakoj-to smutnyj son,
And drowning my thoughts in some vague dream,
lepechet mne tainstvennuju sagu
Murmurs some mysterious tale to me
pro mirnyj kraj, otkuda mchitsja on;
About the peaceful realm from where it flows;

Togda smirjaetsja dushi moej trevoga,
Then my soul is freed from its disquiet,
togda raskhoditsja morshhiny na chele,
Then the furrows disappear from my brow,
i schast'e ja mogu postignut' na zemle,
And I can fathom happiness on earth,
i v nebesah ja vizhu boga!
And I see God in the heavens!