Song of Venice Marchant after N.Rimsky-Korsakov

Stone city there spreads, mother for cities,

Venice-Vedenets, o'er the middle sea it  arised.

Only  once a year the church wonderful

Rises from the blue  sea entirely.

People come close to it  and show surprise,

They’r glorious knights from across the sea.

And the mighty doge, in the gold chateau,

Engaged with a ring to a bright blue sea.

Beautiful city, t’happyest   city,

Queen of the sea, you, glorious Venice!

The cool wind there  is softly fluttering;

Sapphirine blue sea, sapphirine blue sky!

Let you reign meekly over the blue sea,

Beautiful city , glorious Venice,

The moon shines from the night firmament

The blue sea’s lapsing quietly.

Black-haired maidens poor out sweet  songs,

Lute ringing strings are distinctly heard.

Beautiful city, t’happyest   city

Queen of the sea, you, glorious Venice!

The cool wind there  is softly fluttering;

Sapphirine blue sea, sapphirine blue sky!

Let you reign meekly over the blue sea,

Beautiful city , glorious Venice!

The city is wonderful!

Glorious Vedenets!