Текст песни Валентин Сильвестров - 4 песни на стихи Мандельштама

4 Songs on Mandelstam's Poems for Voice and Piano (1982)
dedicated to Sergey Yakovenko

Sergey Yakovenko (baritone)
Valentin Sylvestrov (piano)
Moscow, 1986

1

They prick eyelashes, a tear has stuck in the chest.
I feel without fear that there will be a thunderstorm.
Someone wonderful urges me to forget something.
Stuffy, - and yet you want to live to death.

With the steam rising to the first sound
Looking around wildly and sleepily
So the pea jacket sings a rough song
At an o'clock, as a strip of dawn rises above the prison.

2

I do not know since when
This song has begun -
Is a thief rustling on her
The mosquito rings the prince?

I would like about nothing
Talk again
Grind a match, shoulder
Push the night - wake up.

To throw a stack behind a stack -
A cap of air that languishes;
Tear it apart, tear the bag apart
In which caraway is sewn up.

To pink blood connection,
These dry grasses ringing
Found stolen
A century later, hayloft, a dream.

3

For the explosive valor of centuries to come,
For a high tribe of people
I lost my cup at the feast of my fathers,
And fun and honor.

A wolfhound rushes to my shoulders,
But I am not a wolf in my blood
Cram me better like a hat in my sleeve
Hot coats of the Siberian steppes.

So as not to see a coward or flimsy mud
No bloody blood in the wheel
So that blue foxes shine all night
To me in its primeval beauty

Lead me to the night where the Yenisei flows
And the pine tree reaches the star
Because I'm not a wolf in my blood
And only an equal will kill me.

4

The Oakland is cold chilled
Just-haired grass makes noise
To the joy of wasps, the Lungwort smells.
Oh, where are you, holy islands
Where they don’t eat broken bread
Where only honey, wine and milk
Squeaky labor does not cloud the sky
And the wheel spins easily.