Ravens (Pushkin, translation based on
that of Harold Drinker)
Raven to a raven flies,
Raven to a raven, cries:
"Raven, where shall we have dinner?
How can we find out about it?"
Raven, to raven then replies:
"I know where our dinner lies.
In the open field, beneath a willow
a knight, lies slain.
Who killed him, and why,
only his falcon knows,
and his black filly,
and his young wife.
The falcon has flown away into the grove;
and a foe has attacked the filly;
and the wife, why, she awaits her lover,
who is not dead, but
(Set to music by Nicolai Medtner (1880-1951))
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