Sweetly sang my beloved Nightingale

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by Ivan Ivanovich Lazhechnikov (1792 - 1869)

Translation © by Jennifer Gliere

Соловушка

(Sung text for setting by A. Varlamov)

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Language: Russian (Русский)

Our translations: ENG

Сладко пел душа-соловушко
В зелёном моём саду;
Много, много знал он песенок,
Слаще не было одной.

Ах! та песнь была заветная,
Рвала белу грудь тоской;
А всё слушать бы хотелося,
Не рассталась бы ввек с ней.

Вдруг подула со полуночи:
Будто на сердце легла, 
Снеговая непогодушка 
И садок мой занесла.

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Aleksandr Yegorovich Varlamov

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by Ivan Ivanovich Lazhechnikov (1792 - 1869), no title, appears in Последний Новик Роман (Poslednij Novik Roman)

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Sweetly sang my beloved Nightingale

(Sung text translation for setting by A. Varlamov)

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Language: English after the Russian (Русский)

Sweetly sang my beloved Nightingale
in my green garden;
many, many songs he knew,
there was none sweeter.

Ah! I treasured that song,
my heart would leap from my white breast;
I wanted to listen to everything
and never part from him. 

But it stopped suddenly one midnight;
the deep, silent snow 
lay in my heart even as it
had taken away my garden.

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