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Ni slova, o drug moj ('Not a word, o my friend') (1869) Op. 6 no.2

Ni slova, o drug moj ('Not a word, o my friend')

Ni slova, o drug moj, ni vzdokha...
My budem s toboj molchalivy...
Ved' molcha nad kamnem mogil'nym
Sklonjajutsja grustnye ivy...
I tol'ko, sklonivshis', chitajut,
Kak ja v tvojom vzore ustalom,
Chto byli dni jasnogo schast'ja...
Chto `etogo schast'ja -- ne stalo!

Not a word, o my friend

Not a word, oh my friend, not a sigh…
Wes hall be silent together…
Just as the sad willows bend
Over the gravestone…
And as they bend low, they read,
Just as I read in your tired gaze,
That you once knew days of radiant happiness…
And that that happiness exists no longer!

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Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky was a Russian composer of the Romantic period. His works are still among the most popular music in the classical repetoire, and he is widely acknowledged as the first Russian composer to make a lasting international impression.

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