MoSHkin - Письмо Онегина
текст песни

Words: Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin
Music: Igor Veniaminovich Moshkin

Onegin's letter

I foresee everything. You will insult you
Sad secret explanation.
What a bitter contempt
Your proud look will portray!
Sax
What I want? For the purpose
Will I reveal my soul my own?
What malicious fun,
Perhaps I give a reason!

Sax

By accident, once you met,
Nothing spark of tenderness in you
I did not dare to believe her:
The habit of a sweet did not give the go;
Sax
His shameful freedom
I did not want to lose.
Another one separated us ...
The unfortunate victim Lensky fell ...

Sax

From everything that is sweet to the heart,
Then I tore my heart;
Alien for everyone, is not connected by anything,
I thought: liberty and peace
Sax
Replacing happiness. My God!
How I was mistaken, how punished.
No, to see you on
Follow you everywhere,

Sax

Smile lips, eye movement
Catch your eyes in love

To listen to you for a long time, understand
Your soul is all your perfection
Before you in torment, to freeze,
Pale and go out ... Here is bliss!

Sax

And I am deprived of it: for you
I trudge everywhere at the science;

Sax

I am dear to the day, I have an hour dear:
And I spend in vain boredom
Fate counted days.
And they are so painful.
Sax
I know: my century is measured;
But so that my life lasts,
I must be sure in the morning
That I will see me during the day ...
Sax
I'm afraid: in my humble prayer
Will see your harsh gaze
The cunning of the cunning of the despicable -
And I hear your angry reproach.
When would you know how terrible
Languish with a thirst for love

Guitar

Gover - and mind
Humble excitement in the blood;
Listen to hug you knees
And, sobbing, at your feet
Pour out prayers, confessions, penalties,
Everything, everything that could express,

Guitar Effect

Meanwhile, mock rude
Armate and gaze,

Conduct a calm conversation
Look at you with a cheerful look!

Guitar Solo

But so be it: I myself
To resist is unable to be more;
Everything is decided: I'm in your free
And I indulge in my fate.

Guitar Solo

XXXIII

No answer. He sends again:
Second, third letter
No answer. In one assignment
He is driving; just entered ... to him
She will meet. How harsh!
They do not see him, not a word with him;
U! How is now surrounded
She is a baptismal cold!
How to hold indignation
Stubborn mouth want!

Guitar

Enogin's vigilance glance:
Where, where is confusion, compassion?
Where are the stains of tears? .. They are not, they are not!
There is only anger on this face ...

Guitar Solo
Xxxiv

Yes, maybe fear of a secret
So that the husband or the light does not guess the light
Leprosy, random weaknesses ...
All that my Onegin knew ...

Guitar Solo

There is no hope! He is leaving,
Curses his frenzy -
And, it is deeply immersed in it,
He renounced the light again.

Guitar Solo

And in a silent office
He remembered the time
When the cruel spleen
Behind him chased in a noisy light,
Caught, took the gate
And in the dark corner locked.

Guitar Solo
XXXV

He began to read again.
He read Gibbon, Russo,
Manzoni, Herder, Shamphora,
Madame de Stael, Bisha, Tissso,
I read the skeptical white,
I read Fontainel's creativity,
I read from our Koyki,
Without rejecting anything:

Both almanacs and magazines,
Where the teachings are being told to us,
Where now they scold me like that
And where are the Madrigals
I sometimes met myself:
E Sempre Bene, gentlemen.

Tutti Solo

April 30, 2015
Rock opera Evgeny Onegin 2015 Chapter 8