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Тебя так любят все; один твой тихий вид Всех делает добрей и с жизнию мирит, Но ты грустна, в тебе есть скрытое мученье, В душе твоей звучит какой-то приговор; Зачем твой ласковый всегда так робок взор, И очи грустныя так молят о прощеньи, Как будто солнца свет, и вешние цветы, И тень в полдневный зной, и шопот по дубравам, И даже воздух тот, которым дышишь ты, Все кажется тебе стяжанием неправым?
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- by Aleksei Konstantinovich Tolstoy, Count (1817 - 1875) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
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- by Sergei Vasil'yevich Rachmaninov (1873 - 1943), "Тебя так любят все", op. 14 (Двенадцать романсов = Dvenadcat' romansov (Twelve songs)) no. 6 (1896) [sung text checked 1 time]
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- ENG English (Sergey Rybin) , "Everyone loves you so", copyright © 2020, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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Everyone loves you so; even your gentle appearance Makes everybody happier and reconciles them with life, But you are sombre, there is a hidden torment within you, Some sort of doom resounds within your soul; Why is your tender glance always so timid, And your melancholy eyes beg for forgiveness, As if the light of the sun, and spring flowers, And a shadow in the midday heat, and the rustling in the oak woods, And even the air that you breathe - All seems to you an unworthy cause?
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- a text in Russian (Русский) by Aleksei Konstantinovich Tolstoy, Count (1817 - 1875)
This text was added to the website: 2020-11-16
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