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Улетал соловушко далёко, во чужую тёплую сторонку. Улетал соловушко далёко, во чужую тёплую сторонку. Вы прощайте, люди добрые, на долго, улететь пора моя настала! На долго прощаюсь с вами, люди! Улететь пора моя настала! И спасибо вам за вашу любовь, за ласку, что меня, соловушку, не гнали, песни петь мне, соловью, не мешали, малых деток моих не забижали! И остался б я теперь с вами, да лиха беда ваши морозы; не люблю зимы вашей белой, не люблю я буйного ветра! А уж как весна красна вернётся, с ней и я вернусь к вам с новой песней, я вернусь к вам с новой песней!
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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 Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky (1840 - 1893), "Соловушко", 1889. [SATB chorus] [ sung text checked 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Erin Franklin) , "The little nightingale", copyright © 2009, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Le petit rossignol", copyright © 2016, (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: 19
Word count: 103
The little nightingale flew far away, Into a warm foreign little country, The little nightingale flew far away, Into a warm foreign little country. Farewell, kind people, for a long while, My time begins to fly away! People, for a long time I will be parted from you! My time begins to fly away! And thank you for your love, for the affection, That didn't drive me, a little nightingale, away, That didn't hinder me, the nightingale, in singing songs, That didn't run ahead of my small little children! I would even now remain with you, But for the misfortunate evil of your frosts; I do not love your white winter, I do not love the wild wind! But even as the beautiful spring returns, With her, I also return to you with a new song, I will return to you with a new song!
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- Translation from Russian (Русский) to English copyright © 2009 by Erin Franklin, (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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Based on:
- a text in Russian (Русский) by Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky (1840 - 1893)
This text was added to the website: 2009-08-10
Line count: 19
Word count: 145