
Bakhchisaraysky fontan
The fountain of Bakhchisarj
Text: Aleksandr Sergeyevich Pushkin
Music: Vladimir Vlasov
Fontan ljubvi, fontan zhivoj!
Prinjos ja v dar tebe dve rozy.
Ljublju nemolchnyj govor tvoj
I po`eticheskije sljozy.
Tvoja serebrjanaja pyl’
Menja kropit rosoju khladnoj:
Akh, lejsja, lejsja, kljuch otradnyj!
Zhurchi, zhurchi svoju mne byl’...
Fontan ljubvi, fontan pechal’nyj!
I ja tvoj mramor voproshal;
Khvalu strane prochel ja dal’noj;
No o Marii ty molchal...
Fontan ljubvi, fontan zhivoj!
Prinjos ja v dar tebe dve rozy.
Ljublju nemolchnyj govor tvoj
I po`eticheskije sljozy.
Tvoja serebrjanaja pyl’
Menja kropit rosoju khladnoj:
Akh, lejsja, lejsja, kljuch otradnyj!
Zhurchi, zhurchi svoju mne byl’...
The fountain of Bakhchisarj
Fountain of love, fount of life,
I brought to thee two roses, as a present.
I like thy ceaseless murmur,
And lyric tears, still and pleasant.
Thy silver dust, hanging in the air,
Drops onto me like dew of morning,
Oh, flow, flow, dear flowing
Sing, sing to me thy saga fair.
Fountain of love, fount of sadness
from thy stone lips long tales I heard
of far-off parts, of woe and gladness
But of Mary, never a word.
Fountain of love, fount of life,
I brought to thee two roses, as a present.
I like thy ceaseless murmur,
And lyric tears, still and pleasant.
Thy silver dust, hanging in the air,
Drops onto me like dew of morning,
Oh, flow, flow, dear flowing
Sing, sing to me thy saga fair.
7/27/15 musicgarden
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