Songs

Pokinem, milaja, shumjashchij krug stolicy.
My darling girl, let us flee the noisy city's realm,
Pora v rodimyj kraj, pora v lesnuju glush'!
Returning to our beloved countryside, to the forest's hush!
Ty slyshish'? nas zovjot na volju iz temnicy
Do you hear? We are called to flee captivity for freedom
Vesny pobednoj shum i pen'e ptic... K chemu-zh
By the sound of spring triumphant and the singing of the birds… So why, then,

Nam usmirjat' dushi volshebnye poryvy?
Should we stifle the magical outpourings of the soul?
Il' razljubila ty zheltejushchija nivy,
Or do you disdain the fields of ripening wheat,
I roshchi svezhije, i khmurye lesa,
The freshness of the groves and the darkling woods,

Gde, pomnish', my vdvojem zadumchivo bluzhdali
Where the two of us - do you recall? - wandered, deep in thought,
V vechernij chas, kogda temnejut nebesa,
One evening when the skies grew dark,
I molcha brodit vzor v tumane spjashchej dali?
Gazing silently on the distant, sleepy mist.