Russia Of Tchaikovsky - Poem by Liza Sud
When in the concert hall I'm sitting
and they Tchaikovsky for us play -
then very often thought I'm gripping:
Where is that country which the notes display.
And I'm wincing: because it is Russia!
If you completely try to clean it,
And gather from it all the best -
About Russia God's idea -
The music, symphony you'll get.
And if I chose the country to live in -
The music of Tchaikovsky it would be.
Thus Russia I prefer to hear?
although it were Germans to begin.
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