Op. 8 Rachmaninov

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  • Six Romances Op. 8 (1893)Sergei Rachmaninov

  • No. 1

    Water Lily

  • The water lily, her head Raised, looks up at the sky.And melancholy, the amorous moonIllumines her with his silver beams.

    And now her head droops down againShyly toward the azure waters.But the moon, all pale and lovelorn,Like a phantom, glimmers there too . . .

  • No. 2 Child! You are as Fair as a Flower

  • Child, you are as fair as a flower,

    Bright, and pure, and dear,

    I look at you and admire you,

    And again my soul is alive . . .

    Gladly would I lay

    My hands on your small head,

    Asking that God keep you

    Fair and pure forever.

  • No. 3


  • Days pass . . .nights pass;

    Summer's gone; the yellowed leaf

    Rustles; my eyes grow dim;

    My thoughts are idle; the heart sleeps.

    All's asleep . . . I wonder,

    Are you alive, my soul?

    I survey the world without passion,

    Without tears, without laughter!

  • And where's my destiny? Fate,

    I guess, hasn't given me one . . .

    But if I don't deserve a good one,

    Why didn't a bad one befall me?

    Don't let me, God, as in a dream,

    Wander . . . grow cold in my heart.

    Don't let me be a rotten log

    That lies across the path.

  • But let me live, Creator,

    Let me live by my heart, by my heart!

    So I can praise your wondrous world,

    So I can love my neighbour!

    Bondage is fearful! Heavy it is to bear . . .

  • No. 4

    The Soldier's Wife

  • I fell in love

    To my sorrow

    With a poor orphan

    An unlucky lad.

    Such is the fate

    That has befallen me.

    Powerful folks

    Separated us;

    They took him away

    Made him an army recruit . . .

  • And I'm a soldier's wife,

    All alone,

    In a stranger's hut

    I'll grow old, it seems.

    Oh what a fate

    Has befallen me.

    Ah! Ah!

  • No. 5

    A Dream

  • I too had a native land;

    So beautiful!

    A fir tree swayed above me there . . .

    But it was a dream!

  • My family were living friends.

    And all around me

    Words of love were spoken . . .

    But it was a dream!

  • No. 6


  • Oh my God!

    Look down on me, a sinner;

    I'm miserable, sick in spirit,

    My heart is torn with remorse.

    Heavenly Father, my sin is great,

    There is no greater crime on earth.

  • His youthful blood was ardent,

    His love was pure,

    But he kept it secret, telling no one

    For it was sacred to him.

    I knew all this . . . Oh, Lord!

    Forgive me, a sinner in pain.

  • I understood his torments;

    With just a smile, a single glance,

    I could have made him well,

    And yet I took no pity on him.

    He suffered for a long, long time,

    In pain and deep sorrow;

    And finally he died, poor soul.

    Oh, Lord, oh, heavenly Father!

    Hear my sinful prayer . . .

    Behold, how my soul is in pain.