At the Lake | Gliding on the blue lake

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by A. Stepanye

Translation © by Jacob Wilde

На озере

Language: Russian (Русский) after the Armenian (հայերեն)

Our translations: ENG

Скользя по синеве озерной,
Я лодку правлю на закат.
Мне треплет кудри ветер горный,
Лицо мне брызги горячат.

И сердце счастья не измерит,
А ведь подарки так просты:
Ветер, лодка, берег,
Где ждешь меня, любимый, ты!

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Text Authorship:

by A. Stepanye [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]

Based on:

a text in Armenian (հայերեն) by Silva Kaputikyan (1919 - 2006) [text unavailable]
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Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):

by Zara Aleksandrovna Levina (1906 - 1976), "На озере" [sung text checked 1 time]

Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

ENG English (Jacob Wilde) , "At the Lake", copyright © 2024, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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This text was added to the website: 2023-08-29
Line count: 8
Word count: 36

At the Lake

Language: English after the Russian (Русский)

Gliding on the blue lake,
I guide the boat towards the sunset.
The mountain wind tousles my curls, 
The spray thrills my face.

And my heart cannot measure the happiness,
Though, after all, the gifts are so simple:
The wind, the boat, and the shore,
Where you, darling, are waiting for me!

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Based on:

a text in Russian (Русский) by A. Stepanye
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Based on:

a text in Armenian (հայերեն) by Silva Kaputikyan (1919 - 2006) [text unavailable]
- Go to the text page.

This text was added to the website: 2024-11-30
Line count: 8
Word count: 52