Friday, April 25, 2014

Utro Tumannoe - Pogudin





On a misty morning, a gray morning:
Sorrowful skies, speckled with snow.
Unwittingly, you'll remember times long past;
You'll remember faces long-forgotten, 
You'll remember faces long forgotten.

You'll remember expansive, passionate speeches. 
Glances--so gently and tenderly caught. 
The first meetings, the last meetings. 
The beloved sound of a quiet voice,
The beloved sound of a quiet voice.

You'll remember separation with a strange smile, 
You'll remember much familiar and afar. 
Listening to the chatter of clattering wheels, 
Watching, deep in thought, the wide skies,
Watching, deep in thought, the wide skies.

(my translation)
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The first time I heard this song, it was a performance of Nicolai Gedda's, an actual vinyl recording. I became so fascinated--I ordered the sheet music (long-lost) and learned to play it on the piano. Pogudin creates his own magic--difficult to follow. I'd have to sing this one in a quiet closet, to the cat--who likes to hide there. 


4 comments:

julianza said...

Oh my, this is beautiful! Song lyrics can have endless repetition, but I like the repetition in the lyrics as poem, as well.

Iulia Flame said...

Thank you for enjoying. :)

Did you watch Pogudin's performance? He has such expressive hands--like a mime, or--a member of a ballet troupe.

Cheryl Snell said...

beautifully integrated, the voice, lyrics, music, gestures.

Iulia Flame said...

Thank you Cheryl. There is a sense that Pogudin has been steeped in the lyrics for so long, he becomes the songs.

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