Мусоргский колыбельная песни и пляски смерти слова
Обновлено: 19.09.2024
Нет, мирный сон я младенцу навею:
Баюшки баю-баю.
Видишь - уснул он под тихое пенье -
Баюшки баю-баю.
<1875>
Нега волшебная, ночь голубая,
Трепетный сумрак весны:
Внемлет, поникнув головкой, больная
Шепот ночной тишины.
Сон не смыкает блестящие очи,
Жизнь к наслажденью зовет,
А в полумраке медлительной ночи
Смерть серенаду поет:
"Знаю: в темнице суровой и тесной
Молодость вянет твоя.
Рыцарь неведомый, силой чудесной
Освобожу я тебя.
Но посмотри на себя: - красотою
Лик твой прозрачный блестит;
Щеки румяны; волнистой косою
Стан твой, как тучей, обвит.
Смолкнул напев; прозвучало лобзанье…
В долгом лобзании том
Слышались вопли, мольбы и стенанье -
Тихо все стало потом.
Но поутру, когда ранняя птица
Пела, любуясь зарей,
Робко в окно заглянувши, денница
Труп увидала немой.
Лес да поляны. Безлюдье кругом,
Вьюга и плачет, и стонет,
Чудится, будто во мраке ночном
Смерть обнимает, ласкает,
С пьяненьким пляшет вдвоём трепака,
Лес да поляны. Безлюдье кругом.
Стихла недобрая сила,
Горького пьяницу в мраке ночном
С плачем метель схоронила.
Знать, утомился плясать трепака,
Песни петь с белой подругой –
Спит, не проснётся. Могила мягка
Crying baby. Candle, burning,
Dim twinkled fire;
For the whole night, guarding the cradle,
Mother is not forgotten sleep.
Early in the door carefully
Death compassionate - knock!
Mother shuddered, looked around anxiously .
& quot; Fully scared, my friend!
Pale morning already looks out the window
Crying, yearning, loving,
You are tired . A little nap .
I'll sit for you.
You did not manage to calm down the child,
Sweeter I will sing & quot;
And, not waiting for an answer, she started singing:
& quot; Bushukki bye-bye & quot ;.
Hush! my child is torn, crying!
He will tire his chest!
This is with me, he plays and jumps.
Baiushka bye-bye!
Cheeks pale, weaken breath ..
Yes, shut up, I pray!
Good sign - the suffering will subside.
Baiushka bye-bye!
Off you damn! Caress his
You will destroy my joy!
No, peaceful sleep, I cast a baby:
Bayushki bye-bye.
Pity! Wait for an instant
A terrible song of yours!
See - he fell asleep under a quiet singing -
Bayushki bye-bye.
& lt; 1875 & gt;
Bliss is magical, night is blue,
Tremulous dusk of spring:
Heed, wilted head, sick
Whisper of night silence.
Sleep does not close the brilliant eyes,
Life to pleasure calls,
And in the twilight sluggish night
Death serenade sings:
& quot; I know: in the dungeon harsh and close
Youth wither yours.
Knight unknown, miraculous power
I will free you.
Old age soulless whispers in vain:
Be afraid of love young!
Falsely thought up a dangerous illness
So that you do not go with me.
But look at yourself: - beauty
Your transparent face glitters;
Blush cheeks; wavy sideways
Your camp, as a cloud, entwined.
Close eyes blue lights
Brighter than heaven and fire;
The heat of midday breathes -
You seduced me!
On a spring night behind a prison fence
Knight your voice called .
The knight came for a priceless reward;
The hour of ecstasy has arrived! & Quot;
Silenced melody; there was a thud
In a long kissing tom
Heard the cries, the pleas and the wail -
Everything became quiet afterwards.
But in the morning, when the early bird
Sang, admiring the dawn,
Timidly looking out the window, day
The corpse saw mute.
Forest yes glade. Bezlyudie around,
Blizzard and crying and groaning
It feels like in the darkness of the night
Evil buries someone.
Look - it is! In the dark man
Death hugs, caresses,
With drunk dancing trepak,
In the ear the song sings.
Ljubo with the girlfriend white to dance!
Anyone dashing her song to listen!
Oh, little man, old man miserable,
Drunk drunk, trudged along
And the blizzard, the witch, rose, leaped!
From the field - in the woods accidentally drove the dense!
Grief, longing and wanting need,
Legs, rest and sleep, darling!
I will warm you, my dear, with a snowball;
Around you a great game venture.
Whip up the bed, you blizzard winch!
Well, start, sing, the weather,
Tale - yes such that all night stretched,
To drunk hard under her sleep!
Goy you, forests, heaven yes clouds!
Darkness, breeze and snow flying!
Let's go to the mugs, and dash the crowd
In the dance fun friend for me!
Look, friend, little man happy!
Summer has come, bloomed! Above the cornfield
The sun laughs, yes the reapers walk,
Snopiki on compressed strips considered.
Forest yes glade. Bezlyudie around.
Poor strength has fallen,
Gorky drunkard in the darkness of the night
With a cry the blizzard was buried.
Know, tired of dancing trepak,
Sing songs with white girlfriend -
Sleeping, not waking up . The grave is soft
And it is filled with blizzard!
4. commander
Rumbles battle, shine armor,
Guns greedy roar,
Ran shelves, horses are rushing,
And the rivers flow red.
Glows midday, people are fighting!
Bent suns
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