Acis-POWELL-WDTN-Booklet

Why
do the
Nations

Они гласят во все концы:
«Весна идёт, весна идёт!
Мы молодой весны гонцы,
Она нас выслала вперёд.»
The Soldier’s Wife
I fell in love,
To my sorrow,
With a simple
Orphaned boy.
This is my fate!
We were separated
By strong people;
Who took him away,
As a recruit...
And as a lonely
Soldier’s wife,
I will grow old
Working in a stranger’s house...
This is my fate.
«Весна идёт, весна идёт,»
И тихих, тёплых майских дней
Румяный, светлый хоровод
Толпится весело за ней!...