Songs

Sred shumnovo bala, sluchaino,
Amidst the din of the ball, by chance,
V trevoge mirskoi suety,
In the commotion of worldly vanity,
Tebya ya uvidel, no taina
I glimpsed you, but mystery
Tvoi pokryvala cherty.
Covered your features.

Lish ochi pechalno glyadeli,
Only your eyes looked sad,
A golos tak divno zvuchal,
But the divine sound of your voice
Kak zvon otdalyonnoi svireli,
Was like the of far-off pipes,
Kak morya igrayushchyi val.
Or the dancing waves of the sea.

Mne stan tvoi ponravilsa tonkyi
I fell for your delicate form,
I ves tvoi zadumchivyi vid,
And all of your pensiveness,
A smekh tvoy, i grustnyi, i zvonkyi,
And your laughter, both sad and sonorous,
S tekh por v moyom serdtse zvuchit.
Still rings in my heart.

V chasy odinokie nochi
In the lonely hours of night,
Lyublyu ya, ustalyi, prilech;
I love to lie down, tired;
Ya vizhu pechalnye ochi,
I see your sad eyes,
Ya slyshu vesyoluyu rech,
I hear your joyful words.

I grustno ya, grustno tak zasypayu,
And wistful, so wistfully falling asleep,
I v gryozakh nevedomykh splyu …
I drift into mysterious dreams…
Lyublyu li tebya, ya ne znayu,
I don’t know whether I love you,
No kazhetsa mne, chto lyublyu!
But I think I probably do!