In my huge city there is - a night. I go from the sleeping home - aside. And people think I’m a daughter, a wife, - But I remember only one thing: the night. The July wind sweeps all my way - away, Some quiet music in the window - play. The wind will blow till the dawn - today Through the thin chest walls into breast, - hey. Here are a poplar black, and bells - on the tower, And in the window the light, in hands - flowers, And here is the step that after no one - leads, And here is this shadow, but me - non-exist. The lights are like - threads of the gold beads, And in the mouth taste of the nocturnal-leaves. Release me, please, from day ties, Friends, can’t you see I am your - dream at nights. Translated from Russian into English by Kseniya Rundel 17 июля 1916, Москва Марина Цветаева, цикл «Бессонница»
Красивая грустная песня! И великолепный вокал со стороны Дианы! Диане - браво, а за реакцию - лайк! Beautiful sad song! And great vocals from Diana! Bravo to Diana, and like for the reaction!
Потрясающее исполнение песни 💎Дианой💎 на стихи великой русской поэтессы Мариной Цветаевой!!! 👍👍👍👍👍 Спасибо за реакцию на 💎Диану Анкудинову💎!!! Лайк!!! 👍👍👍👍👍 Stunning performance of the song 💎Diana💎 to poems by the great Russian poet Marina Tsvetaeva!!! 👍👍👍👍👍 Thanks for the reaction to 💎Diana Ankudinova💎!!! Like!!! 👍👍👍👍👍
Greetings from Scotland! If you are an insomniac, you spend a lot of time walking around in the night when everyone else is tucked up asleep in their beds in their homes. Basically, that's the story she tells here. Beautifully sung by Diana in that naturally deep, chocolate toned voice of hers. Set to music by Brandon Stone. Originally from a poem by the famous Russian Poet, Marina Tsvetaeva way back in July 17, 1916. Insomnia. 3. In my enormous city it is - night... In my enormous city it is - night, as from my sleeping house I go - out, and people think perhaps I'm a daughter or wife but in my mind is one thought only: night. The July wind now sweeps a way for - me. From somewhere, some window, music though - faint. The wind can blow until the dawn - today, in through the fine walls of the breast rib-cage. Black poplars, windows, filled with - light. Music from high buildings, in my hand a flower. Look at my steps - following - nobody. Look at my shadow, nothing’s here of me. The lights - are like threads of golden beads in my mouth is the taste of the night - leaf. Liberate me from the bonds of-day, my friends, understand: I’m nothing but your dream.
Questa canzone è stata arrangiata da Brandon Stone ed è una poesia di una poetessa russa scritta nel 1916 (Marina Ivanovna Cvetaeva ) e Diana la canta in modo stupendo come al solito 🥰🥰🥰
A brilliant reading of a poem by Russian poet Marina Tsvetaeva. This is a very abstract text. A game of associations. It was written in 1916. Phenomenal... it's modern! "I'm walking alone through the city at night. Black poplar. Light in the window. The ringing of a bell on the tower. Autumn leaf on my lips. I'm not me. I'm in your dream. I'm just a shadow."
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In my huge city there is - a night.
I go from the sleeping home - aside.
And people think I’m a daughter, a wife, -
But I remember only one thing: the night.
The July wind sweeps all my way - away,
Some quiet music in the window - play.
The wind will blow till the dawn - today
Through the thin chest walls into breast, - hey.
Here are a poplar black, and bells - on the tower,
And in the window the light, in hands - flowers,
And here is the step that after no one - leads,
And here is this shadow, but me - non-exist.
The lights are like - threads of the gold beads,
And in the mouth taste of the nocturnal-leaves.
Release me, please, from day ties,
Friends, can’t you see I am your - dream at nights.
Translated from Russian into English by Kseniya Rundel
17 июля 1916, Москва Марина Цветаева, цикл «Бессонница»
This has been so helpful. Thank you so much
ДА!!!!!
❤️🤝🔥🎧👸
супер
Диана Анкудинова супер!!!
Yes, she is. Thank you
Спасибо за прекрасную реакцию на нашу Диану! Она МАСТЕР влиять на Наше настроение!!❤❤❤
Thank you so much
Спасибо за реакцию. Диана богиня вокала. Браво!!❤❤❤❤❤
Thank you too
Одним словом : ОХ... , Обалденно !!! Песня для души . Спасибо Диана !!! 💔👋💐💐💐спасибо за реакцию
You are welcome. Thank you
Спасибо 💌
You are welcome
High poetry. Gorgeous performance.
It really is! Thank you so much
Огромный лайк и подписка за реакцию на прекрасную певицу Диану Анкудинову, на королеву мурашек !!! 👍😊
Thank you so much
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Thank you so much
Красивая грустная песня!
И великолепный вокал со стороны Дианы!
Диане - браво, а за реакцию - лайк!
Beautiful sad song!
And great vocals from Diana!
Bravo to Diana, and like for the reaction!
Beautiful
Спасибо Диане м Брендону Стоуну❤❤❤
И Вы очень красивв❤❤❤
Thank you so much. I am grateful
Thank you very much for your reaction to Diana Ankudinova. My 👍
Thank you too
Потрясающее исполнение песни 💎Дианой💎 на стихи великой русской поэтессы Мариной Цветаевой!!! 👍👍👍👍👍
Спасибо за реакцию на 💎Диану Анкудинову💎!!! Лайк!!! 👍👍👍👍👍
Stunning performance of the song 💎Diana💎 to poems by the great Russian poet Marina Tsvetaeva!!! 👍👍👍👍👍
Thanks for the reaction to 💎Diana Ankudinova💎!!! Like!!! 👍👍👍👍👍
Thank you too
Greetings from Scotland! If you are an insomniac, you spend a lot of time walking around in the night when everyone else is tucked up asleep in their beds in their homes. Basically, that's the story she tells here. Beautifully sung by Diana in that naturally deep, chocolate toned voice of hers. Set to music by Brandon Stone.
Originally from a poem by the famous Russian Poet, Marina Tsvetaeva way back in July 17, 1916.
Insomnia. 3. In my enormous city it is - night...
In my enormous city it is - night,
as from my sleeping house I go - out,
and people think perhaps I'm a daughter or wife
but in my mind is one thought only: night.
The July wind now sweeps a way for - me.
From somewhere, some window, music though - faint.
The wind can blow until the dawn - today,
in through the fine walls of the breast rib-cage.
Black poplars, windows, filled with - light.
Music from high buildings, in my hand a flower.
Look at my steps - following - nobody.
Look at my shadow, nothing’s here of me.
The lights - are like threads of golden beads
in my mouth is the taste of the night - leaf.
Liberate me from the bonds of-day,
my friends, understand: I’m nothing but your dream.
Oh my Goodness! Just what I needed. Thank you for being such a great help. Definitely putting this song on repeat.
@@ShalomReacts No problem! This song is beautiful, like Diana! She is beauty inside and outside too! A great personality who cares about others.
Thanks like and subs for reaction to angelic singing by Diana!
You are welcome
Песня на стихи великой русской поэтессы Марины Цветаевой. Музыка Брендана Стоуна. Завораживает и уводит в состояние транса!!! Браво Диана!!!
Thank you so much
Questa canzone è stata arrangiata da Brandon Stone ed è una
poesia di una poetessa russa scritta nel 1916 (Marina Ivanovna Cvetaeva )
e Diana la canta in modo stupendo come al solito 🥰🥰🥰
A brilliant reading of a poem by Russian poet Marina Tsvetaeva. This is a very abstract text. A game of associations. It was written in 1916. Phenomenal... it's modern! "I'm walking alone through the city at night. Black poplar. Light in the window. The ringing of a bell on the tower. Autumn leaf on my lips. I'm not me. I'm in your dream. I'm just a shadow."
I'm grateful
Спасибо за реакцию!! Рекомендую ruclips.net/video/Xeq3t4WQbO4/видео.htmlsi=Jyt6F7eLaoCPvIS8, ruclips.net/video/GOA9Fo7WKWg/видео.htmlsi=EmUaXSpp5qxlGVqt❤🩹💥💥👍👍👍👍
I will check it out now. Thank you