Andre Previn
앨범 : Prokofiev:Ivan the ...

I shall go across the snow-clad field.
I shall fly above the field of death.
One lies quiet where sabers mangled him.
Here lies one impaled by an arrow shaft.
From their wounds warm, red blood like rain was shed
On our native soil, or our Russian field.
He who fell for Russia in noble death
Shall be blessed by my kiss on his dead eyes.
And to him, brave lad, who remained alive,
I shall be a true wife, and a loving friend.
I’ll not be wed to a handsome man:
Earthly charm and beauty fast fade and die.
I’ll be wed to the man who’s brave.
Hark ye, warriors brave, lionhearted men.