Poputnaya Pensia (Traveling Song) [# 64]
Composer: Mikhail Glinka
Publisher: ECS Publishing
Catalog#: ECS6720
Dim stolbom kipit, dimitsa parohod. Pestrota, razgul, volnen’e Pravoslavniy veselitsa nash narod, I bistre shibche volit poezdmchitsa v chistom pole. Net! Taynaya duma bistre e letit, I sertse, mgnoven’ya schitaya, stuchit; Kovarnie dumi mel’kayut dorogoy, I pchesh’ nevol’no: O bozhe, kak dolgo! Ne vozduh, ne zelen’ stradal’tsa manyat; Tam yasnie ochi tak yarko goryat; Tak polni bla zhenstva minuti svidan’ya |
Smoke is rising, soon a steamer will depart. What a picture; every color, all excitement and impatience People gather to enjoy the merry ride, And a train is speeding o’er the plain on such a great occasion. To you, my beloved, my secret thoughts fly, My keen heart evokes every moment with you. A hesitant doubt through my mind wanders briefly, "O heaven, how long!" I impatiently whisper. My heart’s not enticed by the far distant place Your beautiful eyes shine there, lighting the way. How happy and blissful are minutes together, |