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by Stepan Gavrilovich Petrov (1869 - 1941), as Скиталец (Skitalec)

Спит море предо мной
Language: Russian (Русский) 
Спит море предо мной... А я на берегу
Сижу и жду, печальный и угрюмый.
Жду ветра я: расстаться не могу
С давно созревшею, взлелеянною думой.
Мне посылает даль безбрежная привет,
А ветра нет и нет!

Готов уж мой челнок, готов и парус мой,
Волна житейская приходит и отходит.
И вера теплится в душе моей живой,
И мысли смелые неумолкая бродят,
Ленивая волна шумит на них в ответ...
А ветра нет и нет!

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Text Authorship:

  • by Stepan Gavrilovich Petrov (1869 - 1941), as Скиталец (Skitalec), written 1900 [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), "Спит море предо мной", op. 28 (Одиннадцать романсов (Odinnadcat' romansov) = Eleven Romances) no. 11 (1906) [sung text checked 1 time]

Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]

This text was added to the website: 2008-08-13
Line count: 12
Word count: 72

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