О, нет, молю, не уходи!
        Language: Russian (Русский) 
        Our translations:  ENG FRE 
        
        
        
        О, нет, молю, не уходи!
Вся боль ничто перед разлукой,
Я слишком счастлив
Этой мукой,
Сильней прижми меня к груди,
Скажи люблю.
Пришёл я вновь,
Больной, измученный и бледный.
Смотри, какой я слабый, бедный, 
Как мне нужна твоя любовь...
Мучений новых впереди
Я жду как ласку, как поцелуя,
И об одном молю, тоскуя:
О, будь со мной, не уходи!
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Note on TransliterationsText Authorship:
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
-   by Akhilles Nikolayevich Alferaki (1846 - 1919), "Молю, не уходи", op. 17 (3 Романса с сопровождением фортепиано (3 Romansa s soprovozhdeniem fortepiano)) no. 2 [ voice and piano ], Leipzig, Belaieff [sung text not yet checked]
-   by Viktor Erastovich Dobrovolsky , "О нет, молю, не уходи" [sung text not yet checked]
-   by Sergei Vasil'yevich Rachmaninov (1873 - 1943), "О, нет, молю, не уходи!", op. 4 (Шесть романсов = Shest' romansov (Six songs) ) no. 1 (1890-3) [sung text checked 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Anton Bespalov)  (Rianne Stam)  , "O, no, I beg you, do not leave!", copyright ©, (re)printed on this website with kind permission 
- FRE French (Français) (Roseline Kassap-Riefenstahl)  , "Oh, non, je t'en supplie, ne pars pas!", copyright © 2009, (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.
Line count: 14
Word count: 59
O, no, I beg you, do not leave!
        Language: English  after the Russian (Русский) 
        
        
        
        
        O, no, I beg you, do not leave!
All my pains are nothing compared to separation
I am only too fortunate
with that torment,
Press me tightly to your bosom
and say you love me.
I came anew
full of pain, pale and exhausted.
See how poor and weak I am,
how I need your love...
The new torments ahead
I await like a caress or kiss,
and again I beg you in anguish:
O stay with me, do not leave!
Text Authorship:
-  Translation from Russian (Русский) to English copyright ©  by Anton Bespalov and Rianne Stam, (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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 This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 14
Word count: 81