O do not fly away , my songs ,
Where the air is transparent
Where the light radiates around ,
And the wind is soft and warm .
O do not fly away , my songs ,
Where the delightful roses grow ,
And Nature is so full
Of glamour and beauty .
O do not fly away , my songs ,
Where the mountains rise high ,
Where the song of sylphs ,
Is heard so high in the sky .
To her you fly , my songs ,
To my beloved , whose eyes ,
Are brighter than the stars :
That shine in the night .
If she receives my songs with favor ,
Let them whisper softly in her ear .
Let them tenderly caress her neck ,
Her arms and forehead .
Let them sing all day , all night
That melody to her ,
Let them never stop entreating
About my love for her !
And when I pass away ,
My sweet melody will remind her ,
Of the love I felt for her .
And the passion of my heart .
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3. Dithyramb
Vy ne tuda nesites , pesni ,
Gde vechnyi nositsa efir .
Gde sveta yasnyi luch siyayet ,
Gde veet voinami zefir ...
Vy ne tuda nesites , pesni ,
Gde bleshchut chudnye tsvety
V obyatiyakh materi-prirody ,
Bogatoi , polnoi krasoty ...
Vy ne tuda nesites , pesni ,
Gde ekho gor bezmolvno spyat .
I tolko pesni razdayutsa ,
V veselii plyshushchikh silfid ...
Vy k nei , moi nesites pesni ,
Nesites pesni pryamo k nei ,
K ee ocham prekrasnym mchites :
Te ochi yarkikh zvyozd svetlei .
I esli primer blagosklonno ,
Kak pesni ptichek nezhnyi zvuk .
To vy lobzaire etu sheiku ,
Mramor grudi i mramor ruk .
Ves den , vsyu noch vy sladko poire
Pred nei melodiyu moyu ,
I beskonechno povtoryaite
Pro strast moyu , lyubov moyu !
Napomnit ei , kogda umru ya ,
Tekh svetlykh pesen nezhnyi lad ,
I strast lyubvi moei serdechnoi .
I pyl moikh duchevnykh ran .
Translation by L. Umantz
Three Concert Arias for Soprano and Orchestra
