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Оттого моя арфа безмолвна висит, что плита гробовая сердце лежит, что изранен я весь и бессилен мой гнев, и звучал бы, как плач похорон, мой напев. Но придёт он, я жду, вдохновенный пророк, на челе его будет терновый венок, на руках и ногах - неповинная кровь, а не вещих устах - песнь про жизнь и любовь.
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- by Pyotr Filippovich Yakubovich (1860 - 1911) [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 Reinhold Moritzevich Glière (1875 - 1956), "Оттого моя арфа безмолвна висит", op. 10 no. 1 (1903). [ sung text checked 1 time]
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- ENG English (Jennifer Gliere) , "My harp hangs silent", copyright © 2017, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Voilà pourquoi ma harpe est accrochée silencieuse", copyright © 2017, (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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My harp hangs silent for a gravestone lies on my heart, for I am covered in wounds and my anger is powerless, and my sound would have sounded like a funeral dirge. But the inspired prophet comes; I will wait, on his brow will be a thorny crown, on his hands and feet the innocent blood, and on his prophetic lips a song of life and love.
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- Translation from Russian (Русский) to English copyright © 2017 by Jennifer Gliere, (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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- a text in Russian (Русский) by Pyotr Filippovich Yakubovich (1860 - 1911)
This text was added to the website: 2017-02-14
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