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Rachmaninoff Song Op. 4 No. 4 (Не пой, красавицa) - Solo Piano

3,653 views · Published 9 February 2018 · 3:44 · Indexed 26 September 2026

Channel: Stanislav Stanchev · 2018 · Music

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HI guys! As requested by my friend Dane here is the solo piano take of this song from Rachmaninoff. Here i play it a little bit faster, because without the voice it sounds not so good in my opinion :d Hope you`ll like it! :)

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"O cease thy singing, maiden fair "
 "Не пой, красавица при мне..."
 "Ne poy krasavitsa pri mne..."

Не пой, красавица, при мне
Ты песен Грузии печальной:
Напоминают мне оне
Другую жизнь и берег дальный.

Увы! напоминают мне
Твои жестокие напевы
И степь, и ночь — и при луне
Черты далекой, бедной девы.

Я призрак милый, роковой,
Тебя увидев, забываю;
Но ты поешь — и предо мной
Его я вновь воображаю.

Не пой, красавица, при мне
Ты песен Грузии печальной:
Напоминают мне оне
Другую жизнь и берег дальный.



     Oh, cease thy singing maiden fair
    Those songs of Georgian land, I pray thee;
    What e'er recall our life to me on foreign strand
    I fain would banish. 

    And, ah! thy haunting lay brings back
    remembrance of days, long, long departed,
    I see the moon, the desert night
    and her sad face and eyes imploring. 

    Ah! fond one, gently, ever near
    A youth forever doth behold thee.
    Yet when your face is always there
    It will not waver, will not vanish. 

    Oh, cease thy singing maiden fair
    Those songs of Georgian land, I pray thee;
    What e'er recall our life to me on foreign strand
    I fain would banish. 

A. Pushkin

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