Songs

Poutru, na zare,
In the morning, at dawn,
Po rasistoj trave,
Through the dew-clad grass,
Ya pajdu svezhym utrom dyshat’;
I shall walk, breathing in the freshness of morning;
I v dushystuyu ten’,
And to the fragrant shade,
Gde tesnitsya siren’,
Where lilacs cluster,
Ya pojdu svoyo shchast’ye iskat’...
I shall go in search of happiness…

V zhizni shchast’ye odno
In life there is but one happiness
Mne najti suzhdeno,
That I am fated to find,
I to shchast’ye v sireni zhyvyot;
And that happiness dwells in the lilacs;
Na zelyonykh vetvyakh,
On their green branches,
Na dushistykh kistyakh
In their fragrant clusters
Moyo bednoe shchast’ye tsvetyot...
My poor happiness blooms…