Songs
Uzh gasli v komnatakh ogni 'Inside the lights were already growing dim'
by Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky
Text & Translation
Uzh gasli v komnatakh ogni 'Inside the lights were already growing dim'
Russian source:
Panteleimon Romanov
Blagouhali rozy...
My seli na skamʹju v teni
razvesistoj berëzy.
My byli molody s toboj!
Tak sčastlivy my byli
nas okružavšeju vesnoj,
tak gorjačo ljubili!
Dvurogij mesjac navodil
na nas svoë sijanʹe;
ja ničego ne govoril,
bojasʹ prervatʹ molčanʹe...
Bezmolvno sinih glaz tvoih
ty opuskala vzory –
krasnorečivej slov inyh
nemye razgovory.
Čego ne smel poveritʹ ja,
čto v serdce ty taila, –
vsë eto pesnja solovʹja
za nas dogovorila.
Inside the lights were already growing dim
English translation ©
Philip Ross Bullock
The air was filled with the scent of roses…
We sat down on a bench in the shade
Or a leafy birch tree.
You and I were young then!
How happy we were
In the spring that was all around us,
How ardent was the love we shared!
The crescent moon cast down
Its radiant light upon us;
I didn’t say a word,
Afraid to break the silence…
Saying nothing, you lowered
Your deep blue eyes –
More eloquent than any words
Are mute conversations.
What I did not dare believe,
What you kept hidden in your heart –
All of this was articulated for us
By the song of the nightingale.
Uzh gasli v komnatakh ogni 'Inside the lights were already growing dim'
Russian source:
Panteleimon Romanov
Inside the lights were already growing dim
English source:
Philip Ross Bullock
Už gasli v komnatah ogni...
Inside the lights were already growing dim…
Blagouhali rozy...
The air was filled with the scent of roses…
My seli na skamʹju v teni
We sat down on a bench in the shade
razvesistoj berëzy.
Or a leafy birch tree.
My byli molody s toboj!
You and I were young then!
Tak sčastlivy my byli
How happy we were
nas okružavšeju vesnoj,
In the spring that was all around us,
tak gorjačo ljubili!
How ardent was the love we shared!
Dvurogij mesjac navodil
The crescent moon cast down
na nas svoë sijanʹe;
Its radiant light upon us;
ja ničego ne govoril,
I didn’t say a word,
bojasʹ prervatʹ molčanʹe...
Afraid to break the silence…
Bezmolvno sinih glaz tvoih
Saying nothing, you lowered
ty opuskala vzory –
Your deep blue eyes –
krasnorečivej slov inyh
More eloquent than any words
nemye razgovory.
Are mute conversations.
Čego ne smel poveritʹ ja,
What I did not dare believe,
čto v serdce ty taila, –
What you kept hidden in your heart –
vsë eto pesnja solovʹja
All of this was articulated for us
za nas dogovorila.
By the song of the nightingale.
Composer
Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky
Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky was a Russian composer of the Romantic period. His works are still among the most popular music in the classical repetoire, and he is widely acknowledged as the first Russian composer to make a lasting international…
