Andrey Vinogradov is a Russian composer and musician with a head full of romance. Robust, orchestral, and slick, his modern folk music, inflected by jazz and ro
K etim gulkim, morskim beregam,
Osiiannym holodnoiu siniu,
Ia prishla po sozhionnym lugam,
I stupni moi pakhnut polyniu.
Zapakh miaty v moih volosah,
I dvizheniem izmiaty odezhdy;
Dikoi maslichnoi vetviu v tsvetah
I prikryla ustalyie vezhdy.
Na ladon opiraia visok
I s tiagucheiu driomoi ne sporia,
I vnimaiu, sklonias na pesok,
Klikam vetra i golosu moria...
To these hollow seashores,
Illuminated by the cool blue,
I have come by the burnt meadows,
And my feet smell of wormwood.
There is odour of mint in my hair,
And the clothes are crumpled with motion,
With a wild olive -branch in blossom
I have covered my tired eyelids.
Leaning the temple against the palm,
And not fighting leisured drowsiness,
Bent down to the sand, I'm listening
To the screams of the wind and to the voice of the sea...
