Before my window | Before my window a cherry tree flowers

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by Glafira Nikolayevna Mamoshina (1870 - 1942)

Translation © by Anne Evans

У моего окна

Language: Russian (Русский)

Our translations: ENG

У моего окна черемуха цветет,
Цветет задумчиво под ризой серебристой...
И веткой свежей и душистой
Склонилась и зовёт...
Её трепещущих 
воздушных лепестков
Я радостно ловлю веселое дыханье,
Их сладкий аромат туманит мне сознанье,
И песни о любви они поют без слов...

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Text Authorship:

by Glafira Nikolayevna Mamoshina (1870 - 1942) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]

Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):

by Sergei Vasil'yevich Rachmaninov (1873 - 1943), "У моего окна", op. 26 (Пятнадцать романсов = Pjatnadcat' romansov (Fifteen songs)) no. 10 (1906) [sung text checked 1 time]

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ENG English (Anne Evans) , "Before my window", copyright © 2013, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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Word count: 41

Before my window

Language: English after the Russian (Русский)

Before my window a cherry tree flowers,
blossoming dreamily in white bridal robes, 
its fragrant silvery branches gently sway,
and rustling call to me...
I draw down the quivering blossoms
and lost in rapture breathe in 
their sweet fragrance, until their
heady sweetness makes my senses reel,
as they sing a wordless song of love.

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a text in Russian (Русский) by Glafira Nikolayevna Mamoshina (1870 - 1942)
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This text was added to the website: 2013-11-12
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