Songs from Russian classical film "Cruel Romance"
Songs from Russian classical film "Cruel Romance"
Song of Romance
Not enough to swear by the icons
Is it not time to confess to love
Ancient part, the naiveness of romance,
How much nightingales are more alive
In fate's sunrise or in its sunset
Century and day I recall
Open for me the gate into heavens
And prolong my time in the world
If reflected, or straight, over piano
Light of moon is the secret to eye
But the singer opens forever
What in past had been closed to us
How in love he is, tender and stately,
Hurriedly he will open the door
Everything can be scattered and wasted
But won't taken be love from the soul
But won't taken be love from the soul.
Song of Love
Just like a butterfly to flame
Unstoppably for long I struggled
Land of love is a magic land
In which I will be called beloved
Where every day is without par
Where I am not afraid of trouble
Magnificent the land of love
Only in land of love can happiness be found
But other times have now come
Either you lie or you're not here
I understood the land of love
Where everyone is a deceiver
My trouble is not with the guilt
That I'm naive - that is not so:
Love is the land of ones deceived
Where every person is a conman
Why do I weep in front of you
Smile shyly or else come unfettered -
Love is a land of ones untrue
Where every person is a traitor
But through all pain and suffering
New grass will grow upon the ground
The land of love is land of spring
And only in it can happiness be found.
After Wandering Gypsy Star
Fuzzy bumblebee on a fragrant ambary
Dances at the edge of the pond
And the gypsy bride for beloved at night
By the kinship of vagrant soul
So ahead after wandering gypsy star
Into sunset where sails palpitate
And with desolate longing the eyes will stare
Into flaming skies overhead
And together on path, to meet the fates,
Not to guess if to heaven or hell,
Thus we need to go not fearing the road
To the end of the world to the end
So ahead after wandering gypsy star
Rendezvous flying into sunrise
Where, tender and quiet, the wave alights
With pink in the morning light
So ahead after wandering gypsy star
In the latitudes north and south
If the waves of the sea warm will
be Ocean wave will fly over us
So ahead after wandering gypsy star
Into sunset where sails palpitate
And with desolate longing the eyes will stare
And with desolate longing the eyes will stare
Into flaming skies overhead.
And In Departing I Will Say
And in departing I will say
Farewell - to love me do not promise
I'm going insane or I ascend
Into the highest states of madness
The way you loved you did impart
Of death - but that is not the matter:
The way you loved you killed my heart
But murdered it you so ineptly
And in departing I will say
My mind is working just a bit
A little bit but hands have fallen
And like a flock flying aslant
The sounds and the tastes desert me
And in departing I will say
And in departing I will say
Farewell - to love me do not promise
I'm going insane or I ascend
Into the highest states of madness.
Under Caresses of an Ivy Plaid
Under caresses of an ivy
Plaid I recalled yesterday's dream.
Whose victory? Who's been defeated?
What has it been?
Rethinking everything once more,
Torturing myself once again.
In this, for which no word I know,
Love it had been? Love it had been? Who was the hunter? Who - the hunted? All is reversed as if by Satan! What did the loudly purring Siberian Tomcat, understand? In this self-willing one another Who in whose hand was but a ball? Whose heart flew - yours or mine, Do you recall? And still again - what has it been here? What do I want, what do I pity? And I don't know: Did I win? Or did you Conquer me?
Snowgirl
What had been luring - love or fear - The Snowgirl to the tall flame? Better if she drowned in the river Or under horse's hooves she fell. But like a pigeon she arose She flew off, her legs all can see, And there is not of her a trace In water flowing down the stream. How purely blended she with air And then - behold - it was her end It is our fun to play with fire It is an ancient game we play. To orange blazes we are lured They do not give us calm or peace The body comes to melt and pour, As body ceases to exist. But we will stoke the fire more briskly And we will take part in its game Again then you and I are risking And trusting and accepting flames From this our actions see we cannot And in the smoke we can't surmise: Either we will alive come out Or blend into it for all times.