Andrey Vinogradov is a Russian composer and musician with a head full of romance. Robust, orchestral, and slick, his modern folk music, inflected by jazz and ro
V groznye, znoinye
Letnie dni -
Belye, stroinye
Te zhe oni.
Prizraki veshnie
Pust sozhzheny, -
Sdes vy nezdeshnie,
Vernye sny.
Slo perezhitoe
Tonet v krovi, -
Vshodit omytoe
Solntse liubvi.
Zamysly smelye
V serdtse bolnom, -
Angely belye
Vstali krugom.
In these redoubtable, hot
Summer days, -
White and slim,
They are the same.
Though the vernal phantoms
Are burnt, -
Here you are strangers,
Prophetic dreams.
The suffered evil
Sinks in blood, -
Here comes the blood-washed
Sun of love.
The daring projects
In the diseased heart, -
The white angels
Are standing around.
Slim and airy,
They are the same,
In these grave, sultry,
Redoubtable days.
I simply love this. It speaks to me. Hard to explain, but it touches me in a very deep way. Thanks.