Smutný večer - Kaprálová

Smutný večer
by Vítězslava Kaprálová

Erin Ridge, soprano
Patrick O'Donnell, piano
Recorded October 24, 2024


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Sad evening
translation by Timothy Cheek

Cold evening,
there in the silence is the weeping from long ago.
memory wanders across my forehead
like an otherworldly conjurer.

It is an evening of bitter tears,
without the sun it blossomed in time uneasily,
cold gray clouds are raining my tears
on wishes which no one proclaimed.

In twilight, there always sprout seeds of desire;
however, he doesn’t knkow about blossoms,
he, the recluse.
From the crystal of silence spins a sleep,
lightly pale from anxiety.