Александр Харчиков - Эти бедные селенья...
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These poor villages...

Poems by F. I. Tyutchev the dog. versions by A. Kh., music and performance by Alexander Kharchikov

These poor villages
This meager nature -
The native land of long-suffering,
You are the land of the Russian people.

He won’t understand or notice
Proud look of a foreigner,
What shines through and secretly shines
In your humble nakedness.

Dejected by the burden of the godmother,
All of you, dear land,
In slave form, the King of Heaven
He came out blessing.

On a quiet night in late summer,
How the stars glow in the sky,
As if under their gloomy light
The dormant fields are ripening.

Like over a restless city,
Above palaces, above houses
Clean dawns are shining
With immaculate rays...

Let the blood in your veins run low,
But there is no shortage of tenderness in the heart...
O you, last love!
You are bliss and hopelessness.

We can't predict
How our word will respond, -
After all, we are given sympathy,
How grace is given to us...

These poor villages
This meager nature -
The native land of long-suffering,
You are the land of the Russian people...