Lucia Di
Lammermoorr
The sweet sound
Of his voice I hear!
That voice
So deeply embedded in my heart!...
Ester! I'm yours again;
Ester! Ah! My Ester!
Yes, I'm yours again!
I've escaped from your enemies...
Opera
Vocalization
My Swan (Lebed' moy)
Music and lyrics by Lyubasha
Swan of
mine, he was just mine
He was in winter with me, swan of mine
And
in spring he turned sad
I let him go... Fly!
He is flying
above the clouds...
A stranger among human beings...
Don't touch
love with your hands
And never shoot at swans!
Swan of mine,
he was tamed
He was earthly with me, swan of mine
The last golden
snow...
Fly for all of us, fly!
He is flying above the
clouds...
A stranger among human beings...
Don't touch love with
your hands
And never shoot at swans!
Stop, time! It's the last
circle...
My last friend is leaving, swan of mine
Loving you with
all my soul
I am asking you: Fly!
He is flying above the
clouds...
A stranger among human beings...
Don't touch love with
your hands
And never shoot at swans!
He is flying above the
clouds...
A stranger among human beings...
Don't touch love with
your hands
And never shoot at swans!
And never shoot at swans!
I Ask All Saints
I
Request All The Saints (Ya proshu vseh svyatyh)
What's up with me? I am out of strength, out
of tearsWhere are
you, Lord? Save me please
Don't leave me alone in mundane fuss
What's up with me? I am out of strength, out
of tearsWhere are
you, Lord? Save me please
At the sacred icons I burn candles for love
Let every song have its
wingsLet birds fly
up in the skyLet
our hearts warm up
Waiting again for the coming of spring
I request all the saints
For my near and dear and strangers too
At the crossroads every
step is so hardIf
only I could know, Lord
Who is my friend and who is my enemy
But in the shade of speechless stars
Don't you forget about us
Let every song have its
wingsLet birds fly
up in the skyLet
our hearts warm up
Waiting again for the coming of spring
I request all the saints
For my near and dear and strangers too
Let every song have its
wingsLet birds fly
up in the skyLet
our hearts warm up
Waiting again for the coming of spring
I request all the saints
For my near and dear and strangers too
I request all the saints
For my near and dear and strangers too
Where Are These Winters?
Both in heat and in cold,
I come back to my old town
As to my youth.
Everything that was here earlier
And everything that remained
Is dear to me,
I love all this.
Where are those winters? Where are those
springs?
Where are
that garden with a bench
And that house in the meadow?..
Where are that chamomile field with early dew
And my mother’s smile that I cannot forget?
The long flocks of credulous birds
Slowly flow away into the skies.
Many kind people live in my town today.
It’s a pity that I meet less and less my familiars
Each time I come here.
Where are those winters? Where are those
springs?
Where are
that garden with a bench
And that house in the meadow?..
Where are that chamomile field with early dew
And my mother’s smile that I cannot forget?
The land of dear clear dawns,
The land of the first passing love,
Of many riddles and many solutions...
My dear Motherland, I wish you would live forever!
Where are those winters?
Where are those springs?
Where are that garden with a bench
And that house in the meadow?..
Where are that chamomile field with early dew
And my mother’s smile that I cannot forget?
Shores of Russia
An old orchard missing me at daybreak
Is dropping tears of golden dew.
I'm returning to my home
And I don't want to live otherwise
Getting tired of a foreign
land
Incomprehensible
and unfamiliar
I'm
returning to my home
As
always, I feel good at home
In the morning sky a new day
breaks
You are my home
and my shore, my Russia
Wherever I go, I believe, as the Earth spins:
You, Russia, is my shore and my home
In the morning sky a new day breaks
You are my home and my shore, my Russia
Wherever I go, I believe, as the Earth spins:
You, Russia, is my shore and my home
If someone leaving his shelter
Finds happiness in a foreign land
I would send him my greetings
But I can't make my heart feel this way
In the morning sky a new day
breaks
You are my home
and my shore, my Russia
Wherever I go, I believe, as the Earth spins:
You, Russia, is my shore and my home
In the morning sky a new day breaks
You are my home and my shore, my Russia
Wherever I go, I believe, as the Earth spins:
You, Russia, is my shore and my home
In the morning sky a new day
breaks
You are my home
and my shore, my Russia
Wherever I go, I believe, as the Earth spins:
You, Russia, is my shore and
my home
Hello
My Dear Native Land
The long-awaited shore has finally heaved in sight,
The far seas have been left behind.
Good day, my beloved singed saint Motherland!
You were always a boundless ocean,
A quiet river that I have remembered since my
childhood,
Lermontov’s
sail in a fog,
And
Pushkin’s selected verses.
I have seen all kingdoms and states
And I have passed through all lands and seas
In order to say you today:
“Hello, hello,
My
beloved Motherland!”
You were like the only girl all over the world,
With a golden blond plait
And in a fine dress made of the sun light
And sprinkled with an early dew in the meadow.
I have seen all kingdoms
and states
And I have
passed through all lands and seas
In order to say you today:
“Hello, hello,
My beloved Motherland!”
Chorus:
He has seen all kingdoms
and states
And he has
passed through all lands and seas
In order to say you today:
“Hello, hello,
My beloved Motherland!”
(the refrain is repeated several times)
Forgive, God
I
shall wash myself with the holy water
And stand praying at the icon.
I ask God to absolve Russia from sins.
I’m looking at a silver cross
But see crucified old Russia,
And I’m praying with penitence and a
bow to God
In the hope of forgiveness.
God, please forgive
us for everything:
For the crosses that were pulled off the
churches,
For the killed tzar,
And for the burnt icons...
God, please
forgive us for everything!
I’m feeding pigeons near the temple
And looking in hope at the sky.
Great God, please grant us absolution
And take Russia off the crucifix.
Let us restore the defiled temples,
And their domes will shine at down.
Just give us the hope of
forgiveness,
And our country will become powerful again.
God, please forgive us for everything:
For the crosses that were
pulled off the churches,
For the killed Czar,
And for the burnt
icons...
God, please forgive us for everything!
Cherry Orchard
A cherry orchard... Everything
is white like brides.
The cherry orchard... The curtains tremble in the wind.
The cherry orchard... The final ball of Ranevskaya*.
The abandoned orchard of our love, the sold
orchard...
And I dreamed of saving my tenement,
And I whispered faintly: “Don’t fell the trees!”
And I whispered faintly: “Save us! Please save us!
Save the abandoned dance hall of our love, the
sold-out ball...”
The cruel age... Other birds fly...
The cruel age... Whom we must pray today?
The cruel age... You eyelashes tremble...
The abandoned age of our love, the sold age...
Please forgive me for the overthrown saints.
Please forgive me that we are different today.
Please forgive me for the naked orchards,
For my home without me, my home without fire, and
the light without fire...
But our souls are still with us, and they remained
the same.Our souls are
still alive and gentle.
Life still exists in the remotest boundless steppe,
And it is so good even today!
The cruel age... Other
birds fly... The cruel
age... Whom we must pray today?
The cruel age... You eyelashes tremble...
The abandoned age of our love, the sold age...
The cherry orchard... – a genius of ill nature.
The cherry orchard... - the last deep breath of
spring.The cherry
orchard of my verses...
The abandoned orchard of our love, the sold orchard...
*
Ranevskaya is the central heroine of the play “The
Cherry Orchard” by A. Chekhov, which served as a basis for this song.
Alms
Winter... A snow-storm...
The snow is falling in large flakes,
And
a strong wind is blowing.
A ragged beggarly old woman is standing at
the temple entrance.
She is standing with a crutch, waiting for
alms.
She is barefooted both in summer and in winter.
Please give
her alms.
You know, twenty years ago
This old woman was a
poet’s dream,
And the fame twined a wreath for her.
When she
was singing on the stage,
Paris was enchanted with her.
She was
unrivalled.
Please give her alms.
It often happened that the crowd
Didn’t let her go after the
performance.
And the delighted young people shouted loudly “Bravo!”
As she passed by.
The circle of her guests praised her
generously –
In happiness everybody is our friend,
But in trouble
these friends disappear...
The saint will of Providence:
The
artist became ill
And lost her voice and eyesight.
Today she lives
by begging.
Earlier, beggars often used to come to her
For
asking for alms.
And today she is ashamed of begging you...
Please
give her alms.
Extraterestrial Friend
(this song was earlier released in the album
“Mama”)
Apart from the friends surrounding me,
There is a secret circle
Of my invisible unknown friends,
I am also somebody’s unknown friend.
Apart from the enemies
surrounding me,There
are a hundred gangsOf
my invisible unknown enemies,
I am also somebody’s unknown enemy.
Apart from the planets
without life,Perhaps,
there are some invisible unknown
But loving and thinking planets
That send distant light to them
For millions of years.
Maybe, there is no blood in their veins
And they are awarded prizes for love,
For a circle of invisible unknown friends
And fraternity of the existing worlds.
Apart from the friends
surrounding me,Perhaps,
there is an extraterrestrial circle
Of my invisible unknown friends,
I am also their extraterrestrial friend...
Of my invisible unknown friends...
I am also somebody’s unknown friend...
Friendship
(duet of Vitas and his grandfather)
My friend, when you caress me
With a simple and tender look,
An uncommon colored pattern
Flashes across the ground and the sky.
I’m always ready to share the joy time
And the pain of parting with you.
Let’s squeeze our hands
And set for years.
We are so close friends
That need no words to retell to each other
That our tenderness and our friendship
Are stronger than passion
And are greater than love.
The joy time will come to us again,
You will come back,
And then we’ll pledge honor to each other
To be together forever.
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