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Song of Peter

by Mykola Vitaliyovych Lysenko From Natalka Poltavka (1889)

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Song of Peter
English translation © A. Kymach

The sun is low, the evening's near now
I rush to you now , oh my dearheart.

I rush to you now, and yet won't meet you.
Will reach the summit, and will start weeping.

You promised to love me forever, not to be with anyone, and avoid everyone, but to live for me.

Oh, when I come, I will not find you, I will fold my little hands, I will fold my little ones, I will not be alive.


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