Poputnaya Pensia (Traveling Song)  [# 64]
Composer: Mikhail Glinka
Publisher: ECS Publishing
Catalog#: ECS6720

    Dim stolbom kipit, dimitsa parohod.
Pestrota, razgul, volnen’e
Pravoslavniy veselitsa nash narod,
I bistre shibche volit poezdmchitsa v chistom pole.
Net! Taynaya duma bistre e letit,
I sertse, mgnoven’ya schitaya, stuchit;
Kovarnie dumi mel’kayut dorogoy,
I pchesh’ nevol’no: O bozhe, kak dolgo!
Ne vozduh, ne zelen’ stradal’tsa manyat;
Tam yasnie ochi tak yarko goryat;
Tak polni bla zhenstva minuti svidan’ya		    Smoke is rising, soon a steamer will depart.
What a picture; every color, all excitement and impatience
People gather to enjoy the merry ride,
And a train is speeding o’er the plain on such a great occasion.
To you, my beloved, my secret thoughts fly,
My keen heart evokes every moment with you.
A hesitant doubt through my mind wanders briefly,
"O heaven, how long!" I impatiently whisper.
My heart’s not enticed by the far distant place
Your beautiful eyes shine there, lighting the way.
How happy and blissful are minutes together,