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I ruki l'nut k rukam, 'Hands cling to hands' Op. 68

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Four Poems by Rabindranath Tagore (Op. 68)

I ruki l'nut k rukam, 'Hands cling to hands'

I ruki l'nut k rukam, i ochi smotrjat v ochi -
Tak prost nash gimn serdec v sijan'e `etoj nochi.
Luna nam tikho svetit, struitsja aromat,
I flejta, i girljanda v zabvenii lezhat.
Zachem teper' mne zvuki, zachem tebe cvety.
Prosta ljubov', kak pesnja, zdes' tol'ko ja da ty.
I smotrjat ochi v ochi, i l'nut k ustam usta.
Mezh mnoju i toboju ljubov', kak pesn', prosta.

Hands cling to hands

Hands cling to hands, and eyes gaze into eyes -
So simple is the hymn of our heart in the radiance of this night.
The moon shines down on us in silence, the air is heavy with scent,
And flute and garland lie forgotten.
What use are sounds to me, what use are flowers to you?
Love is as simple as a song, you and I are the only ones here.
And eyes gaze into eyes, and lips fall upon lips.
The love between you and me is as simple as a song.

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