| Ne poj, krasavica, pri mne
| Do not sing, my beauty, to me
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Ty pesen Gruziji pechal'noj;
| your sad songs of Georgia;
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Napominajut mne [oni]*
| they remind me
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Druguju zhizn' i bereg dal'nij.
| of that other life and distant shore.
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Uvy, napominajut mne
| Alas, They remind me,
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Tvoji zhestokije napevy
| your cruel melodies,
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I step', i noch', i pri lune
| of the steppe, the night and moonlit
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Cherty dalekoj, bednoj devy!
| features of a poor, distant maiden!
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[ Ja [prizrak]+ milyj, rokovoj,
| That sweet and fateful apparition
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Tebja uvidev, zabyvaju;
| I forget when you appear;
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No ty pojosh', i predo mnoj
| but you sing, and before me
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Jego ja vnov' voobrazhaju.]**
| I picture that image anew.
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