John Tavener, Akhmatova Songs, n°5 The Muse

Irina Solomatina Tissot voice Valery Verstyuk cello The Muse When, in the night, I wait for, impatient, Life seems to me, as hanging by a thread. What just means liberty, or youth, or approbation, When compared with the gentle piper’s tread? And she came in, threw out the mantle’s edges Declined to me with a sincere heed. I say to her, “ Did you dictate the Pages Of Hell to Dante?“ She answers, “ Yes, I did.“ Translated by Yevgeny Bonver Муза Когда я ночью жду ее прихода, Жизнь, кажется, висит на волос