She sings and the sounds melt away
Like kisses on the lips
She looks ‒ and the heavens play
In her divine eyes;

She goes all her movements
Or she speaks all her features
Are so full of feeling and expression
So full of wondrous simplicity.

translation by Igor Prokhorov

Twelve Romances, poems by M. Lermontov:  9.She sings…, op. 40/ 9 (Myaskovsky)
recorded in 2020 in Moscow, 1st Mosfilm Music Studio
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