Текст песни Н. Римский-Корсаков - Царская невеста - Ария Собакина

Forgot ... perhaps it will be easier.
Sufferer!
So that's what grief
I sent the Lord for my sins.

I did not think, I did not wonder:
Daughter Tsarevna, I am Boyarin himself,
Sons boyars; What else?
In a dream, even happiness,
Happiness does not dream of anyone.
And here is different!
Where b having fun, and you burn,
On her daughter, poor man, looking,
And heartbill, help not knowing,
Not knowing what.