Translation Singable translation possibly by Constance Bache (1846 - 1903) and possibly by William Stigand, né Stigant (1825 - 1915)

Дуют ветры
Language: Russian (Русский) 
Available translation(s): ENG FRE GER
Дуют ветры, 
ветры буйные,
Ходят тучи, 
[тучи]1 тёмные.

Не видать в них 
света белого,
Не видать в них 
солнца красного.

Во сырой [мгле]2, 
за туманами,
Только ночка, 
лишь чернеется —

В эту пору 
непогожую
Одному жить —
сердцу холодно.

Грудь другую
Ему надобно:
Огонь-душу —
Красну девицу!

С ней зимою —
Лето тёплое;
При бездольи —
Горе — не горе!

R. Glière sets stanzas 1-4
M. Musorgsky sets stanzas 1-3, 1-2

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1 Gliere, Musorgsky: "ходят тучи" (khodjat tuchi)
2 Gliere, Musorgsky: "во мгле" (vo mgle)

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Other available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • ENG English [singable] (Constance Bache) (William Stigand, né Stigant) , "Longings"
  • ENG English (Jennifer Gliere) , copyright © 2016, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • GER German (Deutsch) (Frieder Anders) , "Es pfeift der Wind", 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: 24
Word count: 60

Longings
Language: English  after the Russian (Русский) 
Stormy breezes through the dim air blow,
Heavy clouds trail creeping dark and low,



Ne'er we see the smiling dawn of day,
Ne'er we see of sunlight any ray.



From the trouble dark of mist and rain,
Night, the black night, only see we plain,



Oft in such a dismal time I moan,
Cold and drear 'tis thus to live alone;




Heart to heart yearns aye with sweet desire,
And a maid's heart is the best hearth fire;




That makes summer bright of frost and rain,
And in evil chance makes painless pain.

Note: from a Rubinstein score. It is unclear which of the two translators listed on the front page wrote this particular translation.

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This text was added to the website: 2008-04-28
Line count: 12
Word count: 93