A Dream (Lermontov) / Сон (М. Ю. Лермонтов) - art song

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Uploaded by on Aug 8, 2010

Music by ALEXANDER FEHT ( www.feht.com )
Performed by Nikolay Dorozhkin (tenor) and Sergey Chechyotko (pianist)

Song from CD "The Prophet: Lermontov Songs" (available on Amazon.com)

CD "The Prophet: Lermontov Songs" includes 24 songs based on the works of Russian Romantic poet Mikhail Lermontov (1814-1841). They were written by A.Feht when he was 16-19 years old. The songs were recorded during several sessions in the P.K. Kondrashin's Studio in Moscow, in 2001 and 2008.
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A DREAM
(in Russian) Words by Mikhail Lermontov

In the heat of the noon, in the valley of Daghestan
With lead in my breast I lay without move.
The deep wound still smoked,
Drop by drop my blood leaked.

I lay alone on the valley sand,
The ragged cliffs crowded above me,
The sun burned their yellow tops
And burned me too - but I was asleep with a dream of death.

And I saw with shining lights
A night banquet in my homeland.
From young ladies crowned with flowers
I heard a happy talk about me.

Not entering this happy talk
She sat alone in thought,
Her young soul lost in sad dream -
God knows why 'twas so.

And in her dream she saw the valley of Daghestan,
In it the familiar body -
The wound in his breast still smoked,
Blood leaked as a cooling stream.
1841

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Сон
(Михаил Юрьевич Лермонтов)

Композитор: Александр Фет
Исполнители: Николай Дорожкин (тенор), Сергей Чечетко (фортепиано)

В полдневный жар в долине Дагестана
С свинцом в груди лежал недвижим я;
Глубокая еще дымилась рана,
По капле кровь точилася моя.

Лежал один я на песке долины;
Уступы скал теснилися кругом,
И солнце жгло их желтые вершины
И жгло меня - но спал я мертвым сном.

И снился мне сияющий огнями
Вечерний пир в родимой стороне.
Меж юных жен, увенчанных цветами,
Шел разговор веселый обо мне.

Но в разговор веселый не вступая,
Сидела там задумчиво одна,
И в грустный сон душа ее младая
Бог знает чем была погружена;

И снилась ей долина Дагестана;
Знакомый труп лежал в долине той;
В его груди, дымясь, чернела рана,
И кровь лилась хладеющей струей.
1841

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