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В душе у каждого из нас Журчит родник своей печали; Из ближних стран, из дальной дали Ея приливы пробегали В заветный миг, в блаженный час В душе у каждого из нас. Огнем страстей опалена Душа не верит упоенью, Ни мимолетному влеченью, Ни безконечному забвенью Не покоряется она, Огнем страстей опалена... Моя любовь печаль моя, В ней солнца свет, в ней мрак неволи, В ней жизнь, в ней крик предсмертный боли, В ней глубина паденья воли, В ней путь к вершинам бытия, Моя печаль любовь моя!...
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Note on TransliterationsText Authorship:
- by Apollon Apollonovich Korinfsky (1868 - 1937), no title, written 1896-1898, appears in Гимн красоте и другие новые стихотворения (Gimn krasote i drugije novyje stikhotvorenija) = Hymn to beauty and other new poems, first published 1899 [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), "В душе у каждого из нас", op. 34 (Четырнадцать романсов = Chetyrnadcat' romansov (Fourteen songs)) no. 2 (1912) [sung text checked 1 time]
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- ENG English (Sergey Rybin) , "Within the soul of every one of us", copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
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Word count: 85
Within the soul of every one of us Murmurs a spring of our own sorrow; From nearby lands, from far-far away Its tides have flown In the sacred moment, in the hour of happiness Within the soul of every one of us. Burnt by the fire of passions The soul does not believe in ecstasy, Not to the fleeting fancy, Not to the eternal oblivion It surrenders itself, Burnt by the fire of passions... My love, the sorrow of mine, In it is the sunlight and darkness of captivity, Life and the cry of pain before death, In it is the depth of willpower's downfall, In it is the path to the pinnacles of being, My sorrow, the love of mine!...
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Based on:
- a text in Russian (Русский) by Apollon Apollonovich Korinfsky (1868 - 1937), no title, written 1896-1898, appears in Гимн красоте и другие новые стихотворения (Gimn krasote i drugije novyje stikhotvorenija) = Hymn to beauty and other new poems, first published 1899
This text was added to the website: 2011-12-02
Line count: 18
Word count: 121