by V. Semyonov
Buket
Language: Russian (Русский)
V krase blestjashchej pyshnogo narjada Speshite vy na rezvyj pir k druz'jam, Gde vzoru vse, gde vse dushe otrada: I blesk ognej, i lesti fimiam. Stupajte s Bogom! Tam menja ne budet... Nadolgo nas razroznit shumnyj svet; No vashe serdce druga ne zabudet, I vam o nem napomnit moj buket. Stupajte s Bogom! Ja zh odin mechtami Dosug dushi trevozhnoj oblegchu, I kol' nel'zja mne vas sledit' ochami, Khot' mysl'ju ja za vami polechu. Zato i vy o druge vspomjanite: Kogda zhe chas polunochnyj prob'et, S ljubov'ju vy k grudi svojej prizhmite Moj dar svjatoj — dushistyj moj buket. On dan' ljubvi chistejshej; ne iskusstvo V nem tak pestro razbrosilo cvety – Jego svjazalo plamennoje chuvstvo, Jego spleli igrivye mechty. Bliz vas moim on talismanom stanet, Moikh vragov ot vas on otvedet, I nikogda v pechali ne uvjanet Na serdce vashem svezhij moj buket. I vot ona v chadu roskoshnom pira, Poklonnikov tolpoj okruzhena, Nesetsja bystro, kak v poljakh `efira V chas utrennij vozdushnaja volna. Vot polnoch' b'et; a vse ona porkhajet, Laskaja legkoj nozhkoju parket, I uzh davno v pyli pred nej mel'kajet Zalog ljubvi — zabroshennyj buket.
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Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Nikolai Alexeyevich Titov (1800 - 1875), "Букет" [sung text checked 1 time]
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This text was added to the website: 2021-09-08
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Word count: 189