Rachmaninoff / Galina: Here All is Just Right (Op. 21, No. 7)

Здесь хорошо...

Взгляни, вдали

Огнём горит река;

Цветным ковром луга легли,

Белеют облака.

Здесь нет людей...

Здесь тишина...

Здесь только Бог да я.

Цветы, да старая сосна,

Да ты, мечта моя!

Text:

Glafira Adol'fovna Galina

Here are all things fine ...

Look off yonder, far away,

With fire the river comes alight;

Gay colored rugs the meadows lay,

Clouds turn a brighter white.

Here, none cometh nearby ...

Here is mute tranquility ...

Here are only God and I,

Flowers, yes, this old pine tree,

And you, blest dream of mine!

--English version ©2011, by E. Lein

Here all is just right ...

Look off yonder, far away,

With fire the river comes alight;

Gay colored rugs the meadows lay,

Clouds turn a brighter white.

Here none comes nearby ...

Here is mute tranquility ...

Here are only God and I,

Flowers, yes, this old pine

And you, blest dream of mine!

--Alternate version ©2011, by E. Lein