Petrus Schroderus Lenskys aria Kuda, kuda
Petrus Schroderus, tenor Jukka Nykänen, piano Juva, Where have you gone, o golden days of my spring What does the day coming has in store for me It escapes my eyes, it is hidden Shall I fall to the deadly arrow, or will it pass by All for better, there is a predetermined time For life and for sleep Blessed is a day of simple tasks And blessed is the day of troubles. Will the day beam shine in the morning And the bright day shall reign And I, well, will I, perhaps, will descent Into mysterious darkness of my fatal tomb And the memory of a strange poet will fall into Abyss The world shall forget me, but you, you, Olga Tell me, will you, the maiden of beauty, come to shed a tear Over the early urn And think he loved me, he devoted to me The gloomy dawn of a troubled life Ah Olga, I did love you, To you alone I devoted The gloomy dawn of my troubled life Yes Olga, I did love you My wonderful friend, my dear friend, Come, for I am your husband, etc. Where have you gone, o golden days of
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