Hostile sensethe truth!...
And you, o, blood Dawn,
Shine forth, make haste!
Make haste to herald
The tidings of the Tsar's salvation!
You shall come, my bloody Dawn!
I shall gaze upon your face—
My final Dawn! Ah!
My hour has come at once!
O Lord, in my sad distress,
Do not forsake me alone!
Bitter is my dismal fate!
A terrible heart anguish.
Has crept into my achy breast!
Sorrow gnaws at my afflicted heart...
Ah! How fearful, how heavy
It is to die untimely upon the rack!...
You shall rise, my purple Dawn;
I shall gaze upon your face—
My final sorrow Dawn!
My time eventually has come!
Oh, bitter hour!
Oh, terrible hour!
Lord, strengthen me, strengthen me!
In my bitter hour, in my terrible hour,
In my hour of death, strengthen me,
In my hour of death, strengthen me!
The peasant Susanin, taken as a guide
in the depths of winter, led enemies into
an impenetrable thicket.
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Author:
Ksey_Gan (
Offline) - Published: March 30th, 2026 12:47
- Category: Sad
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