Calm is descending on the fields of ripening corn

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by Aleksei Konstantinovich Tolstoy, Count (1817 - 1875)

Translation © by Malcolm Wren

На нивы жёлтые

(Sung text for setting by P. Tchaikovsky)

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Language: Russian (Русский)

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На нивы жёлтые нисходит тишина,
в остывшем воздухе от меркнущих селений,
дрожа, несется звон... Душа моя полна
разлукою с тобой и горьких сожалений.

И каждый мой упрек я вспоминаю вновь,
и каждое твержу приветливое слово,
что мог бы я сказать тебе, моя любовь,
но что на дне души я схоронил сурово.

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Composition:

Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky

German (Deutsch)

Text Authorship:

by Aleksei Konstantinovich Tolstoy, Count (1817 - 1875), no title, first published 1862

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GER German (Deutsch) (Bertram Kottmann) , copyright © 2020, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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On the yellowing Fields

(Sung text translation for setting by P. Tchaikovsky)

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Language: English after the Russian (Русский)

Calm is descending on the fields of ripening corn,
In the cooling air as the villages fade
A bell resounds . . . My soul is full
Of regret because of my bitter separation from you.

And I remember all of my reproaches,
And each supportive, friendly word
That I could have said to you, my love,
But which I kept firmly at the bottom of my soul.

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