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Noktjurn ('Nocturne') (1878) Op.17 no.7

Noktjurn ('Nocturne')

Aromatnoj, vesenneju noch'ju
Ja na nebo gljazhu nenagljadno
Kogda more, usnuvsheje noch'ju
Tak prekrasno, tak mirno otradno.
Kogda slyshu, kak zlak prozjabajet
I kak p'jot on dykhanije nochi,
Tebja serdce mojo prizyvajet,
Tebja vidjat vo vsjom moi ochi.
Budto smotrish' ty temi zvezdami,
Budto dyshesh' dykhan'em prirody,
Rascvetajesh' nochnymi cvetami,
Naseljajesh' i vozdukh i vody.
Kogda slyshu vechernije zvuki,
Te, chto l'jutsja, chto v vozdukhe tajut,
I tainstvenno s schastijem muki
I s pokojem trevogu meshajut.
Togda kazhetsja, budto nezrimo
Ty ko mne izdaljoka nesesh'sja,
Budto, chuju, promchalasja mimo,
Budto plamenem po serdcu l'josh'sja.
Chto rodnogo, skazhi mne, sokryto
V `etoj nochi i v zvukakh s toboju
I kakaja struna u nikh slita
S moim serdcem, s mojeju sud'boju.

Nocturne

In the fragrance of the spring night
I gaze into the wondrous sky,
And the sea, slumbering by night,
Is so beautiful, so peaceful and pleasurable.
And I feel the growing grass
As it drinks in night’s breath,
My heart calls to you,
My eyes see you in everything.
I seem to see your gaze in the stars,
And feel your breath in nature’s breath,
You are like the flowers that bloom in the night
And are everywhere present in the water and air.
When I hear the sounds of the evening,
Which flow and melt in the air,
And which mysteriously blend together
Disquiet, and peace, and the pleasure of pain,
It seems to me as if you were flying towards me
Invisibly, from afar,
As if I could feel you rushing past me,
Pouring into my heart, like fire.
Tell me what is it that is so intimately hidden
In this night and its sounds and with you,
And what chord is merged in these sounds
With my heart, and with my destiny?

Composer

Sergey Ivanovich Taneyev was a Russian composer, pianist, teacher of composition, music theorist and author.


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