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Ты у ручья воды мне дала когдато, Свежей воды, холодной, как снег в ущельях синих гор. Ночи темней твой взор, в косах аромат лепестков дикой мяты... Видишь, опять кружит хоровод, Бубен гремит, звенит и поёт. Каждый танцор подружку ведёт, смотрит на них, любуясь, народ. Бей, мой бубен бей, греми, будто гром! С милою моей мы танцуем вдвоём. Лента на тебе небес голубей! Бей, мой бубен, бей! Бубен, бей! Бубен бей! Мне не забыть вовек этой первой встречи, Ласковых слов и смуглой руки, и блеска чёрных глаз... Понял я в этот час, что тебя люблю и любить буду вечно!
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Note on TransliterationsText Authorship:
Based on:
- a text in Spanish (Español) from Volkslieder (Folksongs) [text unavailable]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Dmitri Dmitriyevich Shostakovich (1906 - 1975), "Первая встреча", op. 100 no. 3 (1956) [ mezzo-soprano and piano ], from Испанские Песни = Ispanskije Pesni, no. 3 [sung text checked 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Tom Kennedy) , "First meeting", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Première rencontre", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Researcher for this page: Tom Kennedy
This text was added to the website: 2009-06-25
Line count: 18
Word count: 98
Once, you gave me water from a stream Fresh water, cold Like snow in ravines of blue mountains You gaze was darker than night In your plaits the aroma of wild-mint petals See, the round-dance turns once more The tambourine roars, rings and sings Each dancer comes with his partner People watch them admiringly Beat, my tambourine, beat, roar like thunder My sweetheart and I dance together Her ribbon is bluer than the sky Beat, my tambourine, beat! I will never forget that first meeting Your tender words and dusky arms And gleaming black eyes In that hour I knew that I would love you and be loved by you forever
Text Authorship:
- Translation from Russian (Русский) to English copyright © 2009 by Tom Kennedy, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you may ask the copyright-holder(s) directly or ask us; we are authorized to grant permission on their behalf. Please provide the translator's name when contacting us.
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Based on:
- a text in Russian (Русский) by Samuil Borisovich Bolotin (1901 - 1970)
Based on:
- a text in Spanish (Español) from Volkslieder (Folksongs) [text unavailable]
This text was added to the website: 2009-06-25
Line count: 18
Word count: 111