Songs

Snova tuchi nado mnoiu
Once again, storm clouds
Sobralisia v tishine;
Have silently gathered above me;
Rok zavistlivyi bedoiu
Fate jealously threatens me
Ugrozhaet snova mne …
With misfortunes once again…

Sokhraniu l’ k sud’be prezren’e?
Will I maintain my contempt for destiny?
Ponesu l’ navstrechu ei
Will I bring to bear against it
Nepreklonnost’ i terpen’e
The tenacity and patience
Gordoi iunosti moei?
Of my proud youth?

Burnoj zhizn’iu utomlennyi,
Exhausted by life’s stormy course,
Ravnodushno buri zhdu:
I await the storm with equanimity:
Mozhet byt’, jeshchjo, spasennyi,
Perhaps I will be saved this time too,
Snova pristan’ ia naidu …
Finding safe harbour once again…

No, predchuvstvuia razluku,
But full of forebodings of our parting,
Neizbezhnyi, groznyi chas,
Of the inescapable, awful hour,
Szhat’ tvoiu, moi angel, ruku
I rush to press your hand, my angel,
Ia speshu v poslednii raz.
For one last time.

Angel krotkii, bezmiatezhnyi,
My serene and timid angel,
Tikho molvi mne: prosti,
I bid you quietly say farewell,
Opechal’sia: vzor svoi nezhnyi
Let sadness fill your soul as you look on me,
Podymi il’ opusti;
Or as you lower your tender gaze;

I tvoe vospominan’e
And the recollection of you
Zamenit dushe moei
Will fill my soul,
Silu, gordost’, upovan’e
In place of the strength, the pride,
I otvagu iunykh dnei.
The hope and valour of my youthful days.