A June Night In Russia

A concert. Hark to the prelude’s opening bar! Played by the sheep bells tinkling on the hill; Dogs bark and frogs are croaking near the mill, The watchman’s rattle beats the time afar. Like water bubbling in a magic jar, The nightingale begins a liquid trill, Another answers; and the world’s so still, You’d think that you could hear that falling star.

I scarcely see for light the stars that swim Aloof in skies not dark but only dim. The women’s voices echo far away. And on the road two lovers sing a song: They sing the joy of love that lasts a day: The sorrow of love that lasts a whole life long.