Delicias rusas para una fría noche de martes (Vamos, que no está la noche para serenatas, pero bueno
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Zara Dolukhanova- Serenade (Tchaikovsky)SerenadaO ditja, pod okoshkom tvojim
Ja tebe propoju serenadu...
Ubajukana pen'jem mojim,
Ty najdjosh' v snovide'jakh otradu;
Pust' tvoj son i pokoj
V chas bezmolvnyj, nochnoj
Nezhnykh zvukov lelejut lobzan'ja!
Mnogo gorestej, mnogo nevzgod
[V dol'nem mire tebja]1;
Spi zhe sladko, poka net zabot,
[I dusha ogorchenij]2 ne znajet,
Spi vo mrake nochnom
Bezmjatezhnym ty snom,
Spi, ne znaja zemnogo stradan'ja.
Pust' tvoj angel-khranitel' svjatoj,
Milyj drug, nad toboju letajet
I, leleja son devstvennyj tvoj,
[Pesnju raja tebe]3 napevajet.
[`Eto]4 pesni svjatoj
Otgolosok zhivoj
[Da darujet tebe]5 upovan'je.
Spi zhe, milaja, spi, pochivaj
Pod akkordy mojej serenady!
Pust' prisnitsja tebe svetlyj raj,
Prejispolnennyj vechnoj otrady;
Pust' tvoj son i pokoj
V chas bezmolvnyj, nochnoj
Nezhnykh zvukov lelejut lobzan'ja!
SerenadeO child, below your balcony
I will sing a serenade...
Soothed by my singing
you will find peace in your dreams;
may your repose
in the stillness of the night
be caressed by the soft sound of kisses!
Many troubles, many woes
in life await you, child,
so sleep sweetly while you are free of care,
and your heart knows no burden;
sleep your serene sleep
in the darkness of the night;
sleep, ignorent of earthly strife.
May your guardian angel
watch over you, dear friend,
and, lulling your childish slumbers,
softly sing you a song of heaven.
May the living echo
of this divine song
fill your soul with hope.
Sleep then, darling girl, and surrender
to the harmonies of my serenade.
May you dream of a radiant paradise
full of everlasting joy;
may your repose
in the stillness of the night
be caressed by the soft sound of kisses!