Songs

Moj golos dlja tebja i laskovyj i tomnyj
My voice, for you both tender and languid,
Trevozhit pozdnoje molchan'e nochi tjomnoj.
Disturbs the late silence of the dark night.
Bliz lozha mojego pechal'naja svecha
Near my bed a candle sadly burns;
Gorit; moi stikhi, slivajas' i zhurcha,
My verses, merging and murmuring,
Tekut, ruch'i ljubvi, tekut, polny toboju.
Flow, like streams of love, they flow, full of you.
Vo t'me tvoi glaza blistajut predo mnoju,
In the gloom, and your eyes shine before me,
Mne ulybajutsja, i zvuki slyshu ja:
They smile at me, and I hear sounds:
Moj drug, moj nezhnyj drug... ljublju... tvoja... tvoja!...
‘My friend, my tender friend… I love you… I am yours… yours!...