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Узник

Language: Russian (Русский)

Сижу за решёткой в темнице сырой.
Вскормлённый [в неволе]1 орёл молодой,
Мой грустный товарищ, махая крылом,
Кровавую пищу клюет под окном.

Клюёт и бросает, и смотрит в окно,
Как будто со мною задумал одно,
Зовёт меня взглядом и криком своим
И вымолвить хочет: ,,Давай улетим!

Мы вольные птицы; Пора, брат, пора!
Туда, где за тучей белеет гора,
Туда, где синеют морские края,
Туда, где гуляем лишь ветер... да я!``


Translation(s): FRE GER GER

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Note: written in Kishinyov
1 Gretchaninov, Medtner: "na vole"

Submitted by Emily Ezust

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  • FRE French (Français) [singable] (Michel Dimitri Calvocoressi) , "Le captif", first published 1912


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Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:01:46
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Der Gefangene

Language: German (Deutsch) after the Russian (Русский)

Ich sitz' hinterm Gitter im feuchten Gemach,
Ein Adler, ein junger, steht assend am Fach;
Mein trüber Gefährte, er asst mit Geräusch,
Er flattert und hackt in das blutige Fleisch.

Er hackt es und wirft's und zum Fenster er schaut,
Als wär' er mit meinen Gedanken vertraut;
Er ruft mich und kreischt mir ein mahnendes Wort,
Als wollt' er mir sagen: jetzt fliegen wir fort!

Wir fliegen ins Freie, 's ist Zeit, ja 's ist Zeit!
Dahin, wo die Berge sich dehnen so weit,
Dahin, wo das Meer glänzt in bläulichem Strich,
Dahin, wo nur schweben die Lüfte und ich!


Submitted by Malcolm Wren

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Based on
  • a text in Russian (Русский) by Aleksandr Sergeyevich Pushkin (1799 - 1837), "Узник", written 1822 FRE
      • This text was set to music by the following composer(s): Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Aliabev, Aleksandr Tikhonovich Gretchaninov, Nikolai Karlovich Medtner, Anton Grigoryevich Rubinstein, Pauline Viardot-García. Go to the text.

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Text added to the website: 2017-08-11.
Last modified: 2017-08-11 20:23:24
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Word count: 100