Igor's Aria From The Opera 'Prince Igor' Poem by Yuri Starostin

Igor's Aria from the Opera 'Prince Igor'
No sleep, no rest to the tormented soul,
A night to me not sends a hope of my salvation,
All the past I relive
Alone in the stillness of the night.
And the God signs, the threat
And the fun feast of the abuse glory.
My victory over the enemy
And the sad end of the abuse glory,
The riot and the wound, and my captivity,
And the death of all my regiments,
Honestly suspended the head for the Motherland.

All dead and my honor, and the glory,
I become the dishonor of the mother land.
The captivity, the shameful captivity -
This is my inheritance now
Yes the thought that all accuse me.

Oh, give me, give me a liberty,
My dishonor I able to redeem.
I'll save my honor and the glory,
I will save Rus from the enemy.

You're only the dove-Lada,
You're only to accuse will not,
You by the sensitive heart will understand,
You will forgive me all.

The eyes you've looked far away
In yours high tower
The friend you are waiting for a days and nights,
Bitterly pouring the tears.

Day after day
Poor in the captivity fruitless
And know that the enemy tormented Rus.

The enemy is that the fierce leopard,
Rus groaning in the mighty jaws
And do accuse me.

Oh, give me, give me a liberty,
My shame I able to redeem.

Rus I will save from the enemy.

No sleep no rest to the tormented soul,
A night to me do not sending a hope for my salvation.
All the past I relive,
Alone in the stillness of the night and there is no outcome to me.

Oh, hurtly, hurtly me, hurtly
The consciousness of my powerlessness.