Songs

Uzh ty, niva moya, nivushka,
Oh you, my field, my beloved field,
Ne skosit' tebya s maxu edinogo,
You cannot be mowed with a single stroke
Ne svyazat' tebya vsyu vo edinyj snop!
You cannot be bound in a single sheaf!
Uzh vy, dumy moi, dumushki,
Oh you, my thoughts, my beloved thoughts,
Ne stryaxnut' vas razom s plech doloj,
You cannot be shaken off with a single shrug,
Odnoj rech'yu-to vas ne vyskazat!
You cannot be expressed in a single tale!
Po tebe-l, niva, veter razgulival,
Did not the wind batter you, oh field of mine?
Gnul kolos'ya tvoi do-zemli,
Did it not bend your ears of wheat right to the ground,
Zrely zerna vse razmetyval!
Scattering the ripe grain hither and thither!
Shiroko vy, dumy, porassypalis',
Ah my thoughts, you have been scattered far and wide,
Kuda pala kakaya dumushka.
And where a single little thought did fall,
Tam vsxodila lyuta pechal'-trava,
There a grass of cruel sadness did sprout,
Vyrastalo gore goryuchee.
There burning bitterness did grow.