Classical Music | Soprano

Recorded on 12/04/2013, uploaded on 06/25/2014

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Muza

Alexander Pushkin

In my childhood she loved me

And handed me the flute of seven pipes;

Smiling, she listened to me,

And gently touching the sound holes of the hollow reed

With my weak fingers, I played already then

Both solemn hymns inspired by the gods

And songs of peaceful Phrygian shepherds.

From morn to evening in the groves' mute shade,

I heeded diligently the secret maiden's words;

And rejoicing me with unexpected favor,

Having brushed back curls from her sweet brow,

She herself took the panpipes from my hands.

The reed was animated by divine breath

And my heart filled with sacred enchantment.

Courtesy of International Music Foundation.