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Having listened to far too much music during my hands-free convalescence, I have succumbed to the urge to translate yet another Russian song/poem... Mainly, I confess, because it kind of reminds me of "Solo" (my fic). The original follows under the cut, for reference.



You can listen to the song here (mp3, ~0.3Mb)



Moscow Gypsy Song (The Old Waltz)

-- A. Freydin



The old waltz is burning out in your candle-holders,

It will burn, float away at my lightest touch.

Night of mine, night of mine, blood of mine,

Ancient, endless,

Into April I’ll walk, leaving you behind.



Rushing onward in a cab, to the engine’s grumbling,

And the houses as twins, all façades alike.

Cut through the road, cut off my retreat

With slashes of side-streets,

Where the captive old tram guards the circle line.



Anxious winds breathe to life daylight’s glowing embers,

And the streetlamp will raise morning’s copper moon,

Let the phone ring, let its line of fire

Blast at the night-time,

Into April I’ll fall, leaving it behind.



The old waltz is burning out in your candle-holders,

It will burn, float away at my lightest touch.

Night of mine, night of mine, blood of mine,

Ancient, endless,

Into April I’ll walk, leaving you behind.



The Russian original: