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Не скажу никому, Отчего я весной По полям и лугам Не сбираю цветов. Та весна далеко! Те завяли цветы Из которых я с ним Завивала венки! И тех нет [уж и]1 дней, Что летели стрелой, Что любовью нас жгли, Что палили огнем! Все прошло уж давно… Не воротишь назад!.. Для чего ж без него Цветы стану я рвать?.. Не скажу никому, Отчего у меня Тяжело на груди Злая грусть налегла.
A. Dargomyzhsky sets stanzas 1-3, 5
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View original text (without footnotes)1 Dargomyzhsky: "уже" ("uzhe")
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- by Aleksey Vasil'yevich Kol'tsov (1808 - 1842), "Русская песня", written 1840, first published 1841 [author's text checked 1 time 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 Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Aliabev (1787 - 1851), "Не скажу никому", published 1844 [sung text checked 1 time]
- by Aleksandr Sergeyevich Dargomyzhsky (1813 - 1869), "Не скажу никому", stanzas 1-3,5 [ voice and piano ] [sung text checked 1 time]
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I won't tell anyone why in spring I'm not gathering flowers in the fields and meadows. That spring is distant now; the flowers that I once wove into wreaths with him have wilted. And those days are simply over, have flown past like arrows, when love entwined us and burned like fire! Everything has been over for a long time... You can't return! Without him, why pick flowers? I won't tell anyone why I have a weight on my chest, a cruel grief oppressing me.
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- a text in Russian (Русский) by Aleksey Vasil'yevich Kol'tsov (1808 - 1842), "Русская песня", written 1840, first published 1841
This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
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Word count: 85