living, no mistake!
Do you hear me? I bid you, head,
awake!
Be off there! Hide you from my sight!
I wish to sleep, for it is night.
Why come you here to trouble me
in vain?
Pay heed. I wish you to explain
Where and on what distant shore
The castle stands of Chernomor?
You seek the wizard to fight
with him?
You're a fool, despite your daring!
Great Chernomor has powers grim,
And he's strong beyond comparing.
You're hardly sitting on your horse.
Enough, enough of such discourse!
I have full many a battle won.
If I come at you, your life's done!
I see your heart is flaming.
Your temerity may need taming.
You'll break your neck, my friend.
Beware...
Strike me a mighty blow and sound.
Come tarry not, but do and dare
Before your horse falls
to the ground.
Forbear, warrior! Your urgent plea
Makes me good reason now to see.
I was trying your mettle: You're he
Whom the gods in heaven sent to me.
Now listen to my story true!
I was a knight, and fearless too!
But fate a tyrant against me sent,
He was my brother, on mischief bent.
T'was Chernomor, the sorcerer
strong,
Born a dwarf with a beard so long.
He hated me whose giant height
Ever to him did seem a slight.
One night as I lay sleeping, he
Crept up with murderous stealth
on me.
And at a stroke cut off my head
Which is doomed to live, though I
be dead.
The magic sword I guard by his
will.
And until I'm avenged, I live still!
You, gallant hero, you can avenge
me.
Take thou the sword, and may
the gods go with thee.
The midget's strength, remember, is
Held magically in the beard of his!
Chop off his beard, and you'll see
Chernomor as helpless as a flea.
Your counsel, head, I'll not ignore,
I'll break the spells of Chernomor!
End of Part IMOSFILM
Artistic Association "Yunost"
RUSLAN AND LUDMILA
Based on the poem by A.S. PUSHKIN
Part II
Grave news I bring to you, my lord:
Ruslan does angry here make speed,
And being armed with the magic sword,
Chopping your beard is all his heed.
Ruslan, Naina, slain must be
Or it shall be the worse for thee.
I hear, my lord. I haste away
To do your bidding without delay.
He loves me, he loves me not,
He loves me, he loves me not.
He loves me, he loves me not...
Call mermaids to a clear glade,
Tell them a round dance to make.
We'll have to lead Ruslan astray
And then entice him into the lake.
His horse you drug with sleeping
grass
To make its footsteps falter
forlorn.
The man shall pay for his defiance.
You hear that sound? He blows
his horn!
In the wisps of pre-dawn fog
we're sailing
To the backwaters' stillness and
gloom.
Alluring songs are prevailing
On a traveler to come down to
his doom.
On the sea bottom we make our
dance.
Come down, the handsome, young
stranger.
And the blissfully magical trance
Of water will swallow you for ages.
Oh Ruslan mine, don't me disdain!
Dismount and be all mine again!
You're lying, witch. Begone I say!
Wake up, my steed! Wake up!
Away!
I'm thirsty!
Water!
Please!
Make haste, Oh tiger, pounce on
the man
And kill my hated foe Ruslan!
Help! Help me!
Help me! Help!
Help!
Kill him!
Kill him!
Dance and jump, my dear girls!
Go, the storm, in howls and whirls!
Swirl in round after round,
Over the forest, out of bound!
Our dances full of fire,
Our charms will you inspire!
Our caresses you bid no danger!
Stay with us, our lovely stranger!
You'll forget your dear mate.
We will find you a new maid.
A black swan, she'll be a catch
For which Ludmila is no match!
Begone, begone you imps of hell.
Forward my steed, and bear me well.
Ride on, ride on,
But don't you forget
Naina swears
She'll stop you yet!
Here stand I, Ruslan, all alone!
No, maid. Call not your love
to thee.
You're Chernomor's till eternity!
Ludmila, speak, give me a sign.
Where are you, sweet love of mine?
That face, that bearing, that hair...
Do I gaze on my Ruslan there?
His eyes are dim. He cannot stand,
And he's pierced with an arrow.