Ночь печальна, как мечты мои
Language: Russian (Русский)
Available translation(s): ENG FRE GER
Ночь печальна, как мечты мои...
Далеко, в глухой степи широкой,
Огонек мерцает одинокий...
В сердце много грусти и любви.
Но кому и как разскажешь ты,
Что зовёт тебя, чем сердце полно?
Путь далек, глухая степь безмолвна,
Ночь печальна, как мои мечты.
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Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Reinhold Moritzevich Glière (1875 - 1956), "Ночь печальна", op. 14 (Шесть романсов (Shest' romansov) = Six Romances) no. 1 (1904) [sung text checked 1 time]
- by Sergey Grigoryevich Grasgof (b. 1881), "Ночь печальна, как мечты мои" [sung text not yet checked]
- by Vassily Vasilyevich Nechayev (1895 - 1956), "Ночь печальна", op. 1 no. 6 (1918), published 1922 [ voice and piano ], from Девять юношеских песен для голоса с фортепиано (Devjat' junosheskikh pesen dlja golosa s fortepiano) = Dix pièces pour les jeunes, no. 6, Moscow [sung text checked 1 time]
- by Sergei Vasil'yevich Rachmaninov (1873 - 1943), "Ночь печальна", op. 26 (Пятнадцать романсов = Pjatnadcat' romansov (Fifteen songs)) no. 12 (1906) [sung text checked 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Kyle Gee) , "The night is sad", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "La nuit est triste", copyright © 2017, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- GER German (Deutsch) (Bertram Kottmann) , copyright © 2020, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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Line count: 8
Word count: 41
The night is sad
Language: English  after the Russian (Русский)
The night is sad, like my dreams...
Far away, in the broad remote steppe*,
A solitary light flickers...
My heart is full of sadness and love.
But to whom and how could you tell
what beckons you, what fills your heart?
Long is the road, indifferent is the silent steppe,
the night is sad, like my dreams.
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This text was added to the website: 2012-08-18
Line count: 8
Word count: 57