Songs

U vrat obiteli svjatoj
At the gates of the holy cloister
Stojal prosjashchij podajan'ja,
stood a beggar,
Bednjak issokhshij, chut' zhivoj
exhausted, pale and destitute
Ot glada, zhazhdy i stradan'ja.
of hunger, thirst and suffering

Kuska lish' khleba on prosil,
Just one piece of bread he asked,
I vzor javljal zhivuju muku,
and his look reflected the torments of his life
I kto-to kamen' polozhil
and someone had laid down a stone
V jego protjanutuju ruku.
in his extended hand

Tak ja molil tvojej ljubvi
Likewise I begged your kindness
S slezami gor'kimi, s toskoju;
with bitter tears and melancholy heart
Tak chuvstva luchshije moi
Likewise my better feelings
Obmanuty navek toboju!
you betrayed forever!