Cherry Orchard

不飙高音的也很好听

A cherry orchard… Everything is white like brides.
The cherry orchard… The curtains tremble in the wind.
The cherry orchard… The final ball of Ranevskaya*.
The abandoned orchard of our love, the sold orchard…

And I dreamed of saving my tenement,
And I whispered faintly: “Don’t fell the trees!”
And I whispered faintly: “Save us! Please save us!
Save the abandoned dance hall of our love, the sold-out ball…”

The cruel age… Other birds fly…
The cruel age… Whom we must pray today?
The cruel age… You eyelashes tremble…
The abandoned age of our love, the sold age…

Please forgive me for the overthrown saints.
Please forgive me that we are different today.
Please forgive me for the naked orchards,
For my home without me, my home without fire, and the light without fire…

But our souls are still with us, and they remained the same.
Our souls are still alive and gentle.
Life still exists in the remotest boundless steppe,
And it is so good even today!

The cruel age… Other birds fly…
The cruel age… Whom we must pray today?
The cruel age… You eyelashes tremble…
The abandoned age of our love, the sold age…

The cherry orchard… – a genius of ill nature.
The cherry orchard… – the last deep breath of spring.
The cherry orchard of my verses…
The abandoned orchard of our love, the sold orchard…

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Come now therefore, and let us slay him, and cast him into some pit, and we will say, Some evil beast hath devoured him:and we shall see what will become of his dreams

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Cherry Orchard

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