English translations of 2 романса на слова Майкова для сопрано с сопровождением фортепиано (2 romansa na slova Majkova dlja soprano s soprovozhdeniem fortepiano), opus 56
by Nikolai Andreyevich Rimsky-Korsakov (1844 - 1908)
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Я знаю, отчего у этих берегов Раздумье тайное объемлет дух пловцов: Там нимфа грустная с распущенной косою, Полузакрытая певучей осокою, Порою песнь поёт про шелк своих власов, Лазурь заплаканных очей, жемчуг зубов И сердце, полное любви неразделенной. Проедет ли челнок-пловец обвороженный, Её заслушавшись, перестает грести; Замолкнет ли она -- но долго на пути Ему всё чудятся напевы над водою И нимфа в камышах, с распущенной косою.
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- by Apollon Nikolayevich Maykov (1821 - 1897), no title, written 1841, appears in В антологическом роде (V antologicheskom rode)
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I know why sailors are captured by a mysterious, thoughtful mood around these shores: Here there is a melancholy nymph with a loose braid, almost hidden through the singing reeds, who sometimes sings a song about the silk of her hair, the azure of her tearful eyes, the pearls of her teeth and her heart, filled with unrequited love. When a small boat passes by -- an entranced sailor, listens to her, and stops rowing; She stops singing -- but for long after that He seems to hear her singing over the water and sees a nymph among the reeds, with her loose hair.
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Долго ночью вчера я заснуть не могла. Я вставала, окно отворяла... Ночь немая меня и томила, и жгла, ароматом цветов опьяняла... Только вдруг zashumeli кусты под окном, распахнулась, шумя занавеска - и влетел ко мне юноша, светел лицом, точно весь был из лунного блеска. Rastvorilisja dveri светлицы моей, колоннады за ними открылись; в пирамидах из роз вереницы огней в алебастровых вазах светились.... Чудный гость подходил всё к постели моей, говорил мне он с кроткой улыбкой: «Отчего предо мною в подушки скорей ты нырнула испуганной рыбкой! Оглянися - я бог, бог видений и грёз, тайный друг я застенчивой девы... И блаженство небес я впервые принёс для тебя, для моей королевы...» Говорил и лицо он моё отрывал от подушки тихонько руками; и щеки моей край горячо целовал, и искал моих уст он устами... Под дыханьем его обессилела я... На груди разомкнулися руки... И звучало в ушах: «Ты моя! Ты моя!» точно арфы далекие звуки... Протекали часы... я открыла глаза... Мой покой был уж облит зарею... Я одна... вся дрожу... Распустилась коса... Я не знаю, что было со мною...
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For a long time I couldn't get to sleep last night, I got up, opened the window... The still night caressed and burned me, Intoxicating me with the aroma of the flowers... Suddenly the bushes rustled under the window, The curtain blew open - And a youth flew in, with a bright face, As if he was made from the moon's sparkle. The doors to my bedroom opened, Colonnades were revealed behind them; Garlands of lights adorned with roses Were shining in alabaster vases... The wondrous guest approached my bed And said with a mild smile: "Why at my sight did you dive so quickly Into your pillows like a frightened little fish! Look back at me - I am the God of illusions and dreams, I am a secret friend for a shy maiden... And the rapture of heavens I have brought for the first time For you - my queen..." He was speaking and gently lifting My face from the pillow with his hands, And the side of my cheek he was passionately kissing, And seeking my lips with his own... Under his breath I grew weak... My hands I unclasped from my chest... And I heard: "You are mine! You are mine!" Like the distant sounds of the harp... The hours have passed... I opened my eyes... My slumber has already been lit by the dawn... I'm alone... shaking all over... My hair is undone. I don't know what happened to me.
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